What???
Are scenes of consciousness lit up for the
awareness of--- ‘being’; shining its lambent flood onto the screen of our
wondering minds. But what possible scenes of consciousness could be lit up when
contacting the elusive quality known as--- ‘being’? How is it, in our search for ‘being’, a
suspicion always arises, we might not be looking in the right manner, or in the
right place??
It doesn’t
feel like we blunder and stumble onto to it; thinking to our selves: “…right,
there it is--- being”. And what do we
know, when of a sudden we feel or intuit the metaphysical notification of its
presence? Not that ‘being’ is dependent on our awareness; for our very
apparatus of comingling thoughts to produce the question ‘what is being’ is
already saturated with subjective properties that aspirate ‘being’, not as an inflected essence, nay it is the
noise of life itself, the shining, the sound and the fury of it.
But to advance a clear definition of what ‘being’
could be, is burdened with supreme difficulty, namely the problem of conjoining
“meanings” with word to word nexus; or rather, stringing together a chain of
thought producing sentences, in hopes of communicating contextual meaning, for
‘beings’ very qualities are highly contingent, remorsefully inducted at every
turn to the services of a biased interpretation. And this is a construal
(trying to figure out what exactly it is) which depletes ones needed
conservation of energy to pinpoint ‘beings’ steadfast imprecision…at least it
seems that way; for we can talk about it, are in it, but where is it, how can
we detach from what is inside us as a reflection of our being?? Or is it we are truly impoverished as symbol
makers, who must rely on vague intuitive leaps of faith when aligning or
juxtaposing our adverbial or adjectival attempts, when ‘pinning-to-the-styro-foam’… the underpinnings of ‘being’?
And what of
the extensiveness of one’s scope, erudition or perfect recall—does it move us
along closer to the truth—for Beings’ recognition initiates the normal gears
and wheels of our psyche, but in the presence of ‘being’ how we articulate what
exactly it is; results in an impoverished description. How are we to
communicate what we know of ‘being’, when searching for words to describe its
properties? The search is initiated by thought-police trying in vain to find
the elusive criminal---‘being’, for it is the ‘thieve’ of our proprietary
claims—‘we are what we own’! Being is
always there to snatch away our needed ‘observational-platform’, absconding to
the nether regions of our psyche, scurrying away with the precious cargo of
ideas that might prove once and for all the ‘I-am-that-I-am’ somehow prefigures
the outlines of ‘Beings-properties’…I think …as one who has been robbed of meaning,
definition, as-certainty!.
What are
the properties of being? The intended
effort to make known ‘what-is-being’ to another, is always fraught with the
difficulties of conveying its meaning through the medium of body-language,
words, symbols, all edging or skirting a highly central core of meaning, as if
a viable pattern of truth, is coaxed, to briefly peek out at us from the edge
of its active field of occurrence.
It appears
that ‘being’ manifests itself outside of our psyche; and if ‘being’ had as one
of its properties--- ‘sentence-making’, it probably would announce to the
curious with a salient message:.. “I am
being, you now have the privilege of discussing my properties…and I will remain
in a state of disclosure in the face of other objective inklings you might
have”. I suppose normal maneuvers of the
psyche would at least provide a practical sketch of ‘beings’ properties. I
think what ensues when we have the inclination of contacting ‘being’, is a sensation that a
mystical region is shining one of its entities as a sort of lambent- envelope
of energy, ineluctably embroidering the nature of its disclosure with enough
pressure to notify itself as---being.
And if we have a strong enough impression, and our mind is empty of any
muddling judgments, ‘being’ comes to us as a light shone on the tendril of our
outreaching interests; subjectivity in this sense finds the truth as it
discovers it, in a very personal way, without a concurrent detachment from the
‘properties of being’ shining ‘a necessary clarity’ that we are experiencing
life…as being there.
