Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Notes on Meaning (part ten)

From The Specter of the Absurd
... Our capacity for suffering is the necessary concomitant of our capacity for commitment, caring and loving. Were we creatures of indifferent or dull sensibilities, our susceptibility to pain would be drastically reduced. But to be committed and to care and thus to feel deeply, is to be involved in relationships or ventures that do not always turn out in ways we hope for or expect. Such involvements can profoundly enrich our lives, but they also contain the seeds of disappointment and loss. To have persons and purposes for which to live and willingly to dedicate ourselves to them with intensity of concern, is also to run the risk of losing them or failing to attain them, or of getting hurt in the process of serving them. But only in this way can we hope to have things worth living for.
The next time somebody tells you to remain detached, to just do "one's dharma" without attachment to results, to have no desires and fears, you might want to ask him whether, when he makes love to his wife, his wife knows that he is just fulfilling his duty.

No attachment, no suffering. Vigorous nod, eh?

No attachment, no passion. Not too bad, is it?

No attachment, no motivation. A little shake of the head, non?

No attachment, no commitment. Getting it now, yes?

Desire, Attachment, Passion, Motivation, Commitment, Suffering. You want out?

A seeker goes into an ashram to ask his handicapped guru how to remove a thorn from his foot. The guru hacks his leg and throws it away. Both are happy.

Walking and reaching a real-world destination is never the motivation of the narcissist seeker. The removal of the thorn is, whatever the cost. Whatever the cost.

The Message (part two)

Meher Baba (February 25, 1894 – January 31, 1969), born Merwan Sheriar Irani, was an Indian mystic and spiritual master who declared publicly in 1954 that he was the Avatar of the age.


From the Wikipedia article on Meher Baba:
From July 10, 1925 until his death in 1969, Meher Baba was silent. He communicated first by using an alphabet board, and later by unique hand gestures which were interpreted and spoken out by one of his mandali, usually by his disciple Eruch Jessawala. Meher Baba said that his silence was not undertaken as a spiritual exercise but solely in connection with his universal work.

...

Meher Baba often spoke of the moment "that he would 'break' his silence by speaking the 'Word' in every heart, thereby giving a spiritual push forward to all living things."

"When I break My Silence, the impact of My Love will be universal and all life in creation will know, feel and receive of it. It will help every individual to break himself free from his own bondage in his own way. I am the Divine Beloved who loves you more than you can ever love yourself. The breaking of My Silence will help you to help yourself in knowing your real Self."

Meher Baba said that the breaking of his silence would be a defining event in the spiritual evolution of the world.

When I speak that Word, I shall lay the foundation for that which is to take place during the next seven hundred years.


On many occasions Meher Baba promised to break his silence with an audible word before he died, often stating a specific time and place when this would occur. His failure to fulfill these promises disappointed some of his followers, while others regarded these broken promises as a test of their faith. Some followers speculate that "the Word" will yet be "spoken," or that Meher Baba did break his silence but in a spiritual rather than a physical way.

According to all contemporary accounts, Meher Baba remained silent until his death, but more than thirty years later one close disciple recalled that Meher Baba had spoken to him a few hours before he died, although this recollection contradicted his own earlier accounts.

Each July 10, many of Baba's followers celebrate Silence Day to honor him.
Do you get the message?

Notes on Meaning (part nine)

"I am angry at the world."

"You are nobody to tell me."

"I don't owe you anything."

"Mind your own business."

"I will not take shit from anybody."

"I don't give a shit about what they think of me."

"I want my "Fuck you money.""

"I am me."

"How do I look? How do I feel? What do I want today?" (Duane Reade)

"Where do you want to go today?" (Microsoft)

"Be Yourself."

"I wear my attitude."

"I am true to myself."

"I am unique."

"I create my own meaning."

"I ... I ... I ... I ... I ..."

"I am lonely."

"I am depressed."

"I am loveless. I can't love."

"I feel nothing."

"I don't know the meaning of life. Why am I living?"

Individuation, Rebellion, Freedom, Anonymity, Autonomy, Atheism, Amorality, Angst.

Q: What will make *me* come alive?
A: Maybe your deadness is due to your self-focus, the disease of modernity.

The Message (part one)


What do you make of this man, his expression, and the exhortation?

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Notes on Meaning (part eight)

Since all meaning can be demolished by sincere application of intellect, the information revolution is exacerbating meaninglessness. How?

The hallowed nature of belief systems, morals, passions cannot stand wikipedia.

If you believe in "x", you should not search for the words "x critique" on the internet. Who knows what facts, what well-argued studies, what deconstructions, lie in wait at the the next click?

The more channels there are on TV, the less "innocence" there is. Now we know everything, or rather, now we can criticize everything. And that is the tragedy.

I went further. I willfully sought taboo-breaking films (Catherine Breillat!), I voluntarily bought Dawkins, I questioned every emotional response of mine, I browsed literature which made me shudder at its irreverence, I called the holy sages by their full names, prefixed with a Mr., ...

I am a modern man, who made full use of the resources available to me.

"God is Great" has been thoroughly, and decisively, replaced by "Google is Great."

As a child I used to enjoy singing patriotic songs. After I read the history of my country, I was without a nation.

As a child I used to enjoy visiting a temple of Ram and Sita. After I studied the criticism of the feminists, I was without my myths.

As a child I used to enjoy Star Trek. As I studied Film Theory and Jung, I recognized the archetypes and the montage, instead of Spock.

As an adolescent I used to cry over a girl. As I questioned my libido, and studied the very foundations of sex, I saw a woman as a biological machine, a fellow human being, a vehicle for her parents' genes. Nothing to cry about. And as I read Freud, Kinsey and Masters, I laughed about love and its neuroses.

The modern man can now laugh about everything. A man who gets outraged needs further education.

And now that there is internet, and google is digitizing all the books in the world, you don't even have to get up.