We are ignoble beasts, humanity, moving further and further away from the inevitable chaos we create, while drawing it to us as a blanket or flag of redemption to bring us warmth. The warmth promised by an embrace, a handshake or the thermal dynamics which sets the entire chaotic action into motion. No transfer is without heat, no human interaction is without chaos.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Fence Riding
It is difficult to stay on the fence. The fear alone of falling to either side would effect judgements on either side. If a man walked alone in this world, the path between eternal pleasure and annihilation would be an easy moral stroll. But the depth of human experience requires straying from center as one interacts and makes choices. Those choices pull at our moral compass. The key is to make those choices that keep us in sight of the path as it meanders through life. This practice allows for both seemingly extreme choices, Kama Sutra and asceticism. As these are extremes difficult for the Western mind, a middle way becomes less desirable. As choices are required of all actors in reality, fewer are taken to preserve a safe tread towards mediocrity. Fence riding becomes the easy past time of those unwilling stray towards what the soul requires. The wind is always changing, forcing the pilot to make course corrections regularly. So to is the course of human life, those corrections being moral choices, that course ever-changing.
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