Today I look back on my travels. While it is possible to travel within the confines of your own home, doing nothing but exploring the intuitions and creativity that is already inside of you, there is no denying that the outside world holds many monuments of internal human energy- simply manifested to point the way back to our own origins.
It is baffling and unexplainable how there are some things (like pyramids, societal structure, religion, towers, statues of deities, and much more) that are common to all societies all over the world; even (it has been discovered) between cultures that had absolutely no contact with one another. In a book that I highly recommend called "A Short History of Progress", Ronald Wright provides us with more than a dozen historical examples of this, and goes on to talk about the human condition; and humanity's tendency towards civilizationary death.
It is my opinion, of course, that every thing in the universe "dies" (as a means of changing to the next stage of it's own unique journey), but that is beside the point.
My main interest is that of the internal condition of humanity - that we are constantly looking for it in the outside world - when (I believe) whatever we seek is within us, waiting to be shared.
As we peer through our eyes to the outside world, we are coming face to face with our own inherent nature. It truly is fascinating and one of the reasons I can believe that life is simply a dream, while also being completely in our own control. All that exists, is part of some singular thing we call Life (some call this thing "God", "Allah", and etc).
Life loves itself in an almost narcissistic way: In order to better "view" itself, it has many eyes. Each set lives in an organism that can give it's own unique perception of life; and if that wasn't enough, each living thing believes itself to be a separate entity, creating even more unique and colorful filters to perceive the miracle of life with. It truly is infinite, just as it truly is singular.
It's both real, and imaginary, exists and is non-existent.
We are whoever it is we find ourselves to be at the PRESENT moment. By design or surprise, by our own careful planning or the onslaught of an unexpected situation or event, we are that; and can only ever be.
There is a war that will be fought,
On both sides of the blue line. When it begins,
We'll never be the same.
There is but one thing to settle
Before we tear everything
Open,
And that is where it all came from?
Was it a survival mechanism? Simply a
Smoke-screen
Put up till after the dust settled? Or
Did it have a meaning
Of it's own?
Was there a path to follow
If only I had believed it
While it rang true?
Where did the plane go that held meaning in the sky?
If it all comes from within,
Why does it falter and diminish
As we travel through
The external world?
There's something about getting to the core of things. Some people call this being "genuine". I call it living in the jungle. In the jungle, you've got nothing but yourself to rely on. No rules, so you have to live by your own. Anyone who's ever been successful in life knows this is the only way to live, regardless of where in the world that may be.
Sure you can exist by following the rules, but you can't live, make no mistake about it. To live, you have to follow your own inner compass, and it has two poles:
1: Never do what you don't want to do
[unless it allows for or enables #2]
2: Always do what you want to do.
Tear down whatever shit you have to in order to live in tandem with that simple guidance, and you'll find yourself.
