Today, I want to pose a real poser. A zinger. A dead or more accurately alive ringer.
The bigger, better question. A root issue, to be examined with courage.
I’d like to propose an axiom that all humans lead accidental lives.
My life, your life, your friends and relatives, everyone’s life is an accident. We go through life like a ball in a really long snooker match.
Like that. from person to person to collective to solitary, bouncing off people and ideas and cushions and beds and institutions and situations….. vaguely but loosely in control of our physical vehicle (except the practiced few that is)…..
And the moment of birth would look something like this:
The question is, who amongst us can see this picture?
In my study, I’ve experienced that very very very few people in all of existence could reach back that far.
But only that point is vaguely sentient of what might follow the strike, the moment of birth. And for the rest of the game, the ball is completely at the mercy of the energy projection from the cue-tip.
We live accidental lives because our lives begin in a moment of complete forgetting, like an amnesiac after an accident.
You would develop a complete new, accidental persona, based on a new in-doctrination of who you are, along with visceral memories of who you were.
Nature and nurture.
Essence and person-ality.
You grow physically into your nature and mentally/emotionally into your nurture.
But the moment of your birthing was a moment between media.
You carried your past in your essence (derived and formed according to the womb you were born in) and grew your present in your personality.
But born in a moment of complete amnesia.
Mother’s womb to world womb in one squeezing slide. How can the experiences of one medium translate to the other? How do you use land based skills in the water? Or in space? Except in your essence (autonomous functions).
And you had no clue of who you are in your post traumatic stressed state (birth, especially now, in the western way, is traumatic/traumatizing birth and should be completely outlawed for it’s deliberate debasement of the act).
Please consider this. In light of the pool, snooker analogy.
The cue master has a plan, but the ball is pretty much at the mercy of the cue-tip for the entirety of the game.
Of course you extend the analogy logically to match the under-tow here, i’m saying the ball in this game has the means to be self-realized. To be a game-changer as it were.
A wobbly ball.
But it’s tough to look inwards when at totally unknown moments and from completely unknowable directions and for completely unfathomable reasons, except to the cueist, you get to bounce around, meeting other balls and cushions, hard and soft, spun and straight, top-spun and under-spun…. the analogy is of course crystal clear, yes?
It is a perfect reflection of life. If you think you are the cueist and in control, I suggest you predict, to within 95% accuracy (any top cueist will shoot that), your income for the next 3 days. Or the number of people you will meet, exactly. Just three days. Any cueist, chess player, golfer has at least the next three moves down.
Can you? If you can answer that question in the true spirit of this dialouge, and answer no, then you have to realize the degree of randomness in life. Can you predict, with total accuracy how many kilometers/miles you will travel in the next three days? Down to say 300 meters/yards?
If you can honestly, deeply answer yes to any of those questions, to you everything I’m saying is self-evident.
Our lives are complete accidents till we have a moment of complete self-realization, total awareness… that awareness has the cueist’s view.
It can be found and many ways and paths have been illuminated by masters, but it is for each of us to weave our own path, create our own, fresh, deep context for our life experience.
But that reaching back, through the moment of impact, back up the cueists tip, his hands his mind and then finally his Im-pulse point.
I hope you see the point.
Today, I feel like I under-stood what Gurdjieff said.
Death is of course the knock into the black hole.
If you can be permanently wobbly, volitionally, you will not be put back in any game.
If you prove to be broken, defaced, you’ll get to be kicked around by kids on the street.
If you preserve well, you’ll play the game again. and again.
Till you become volitionally wobbly or defaced.
A volitionally wobble person is like a fast spinning top, still to the eye but in perfect, centered, balanced motion.