Isolation & Incoherence
The problem faced by the individual within culture is one of isolation and incoherence. Isolation amplified by the assumption that the crude and often archaic instruments of ritual and tradition provide a fulfilling framework for self expression. Incoherence brought about by the misalignment of meaning - culture provides an autocratic set of symbols and meaning and these often run contrary to the inner symbolic sphere of individual self identification. The question we must all face is what we, the individual, find within this sphere of isolation...which is to say, when faced with the existential terror of being both aware of our predicament, our spiritual aloneness, and enmeshed within it what do we know. It is only from the twilight of this liminal space that we are able to properly recover the language to reconcile our isolation in the face of cultures incoherent cacophony. We must live but to live we must find a way to expose what is most precious...the innocence and perfection of our soul.
For even the strongest among us walking into the absurd desert of a life lived within the chaos and conflict of modern culture is a tall order. To remain in the desert of the absurd and accept with full knowledge the truth of our own mortality is enough to wither even the greatest of minds. The temptation is to leap the chasm, to have faith, to believe in a power greater than our own personification of universal energy. I call this leap into the unknowable slavery and bondage. There can be no apotheosis, no Kierkegaardian paradox of faith or legacy of hope. These are mindsets and luxuries for those living a future past tense. What power is there greater than our own acceptance of the vitality for living the circumscribed entirety of our life. No power is greater than a mans choice to embrace the absurd reality of his existence in the face of his mortality...this is the highest form of living.
At the center of our being is a still pool and if we walk the path, in whatever form, to peer into the placidity of our truth, there is only one reflection, one image. What we find there is love, not romantic love, not love bounded by some moral code...we find the universe in love with itself. What we find is not the reflection of an individual but the reflection of all the energy required to be conscious as the universe in each moment. The universe has only one dictate and that is to live...not in-spite of our existential predicament...the universe cries out to be lived without concern for legacy, hope or termination.
We are a culture in stagnation, focused on prolonging life through the determinism of rational thought. We seek to live but to what end? God is dead, he ceased to speak to us once Socrates implored us to "know thyself." In the silence left by a long dead God our rituals and traditions feel more like habits than excitations of glory. The misalignment of meaning has never been greater between cultural systems and the individual. We need look no further than the catholic church and its systematic and systemic abuse of children to grasp just how incoherent life has truly become. To live again we must be willing to examine the truth behind the hypocrisy and self delusion generated by the perversion of power. Life can never be rational, we cannot circumscribe eternity or infinite space. In the end any system becomes hypothetical and while this does not mute science it does prevent it from being the holy grail. As Camus says we are creatures of time...by which I believe he means to point out the existential reality that there is no escape...so why not chose instead to fold oneself more fully into living.