Transcix
07-02-2008, 02:24 AM
Eccentric Eclectricities
Ah, the eclectic. Perhaps it is something of a Freudian slip that I often confuse the term "eclectic" with "eccentric". Indeed, the eclectic way is the razor's edge; it is the recognition that all paths essentially are. And upon the ego-stroking slackfulness so comically transcendent in, to borrow Carlos Castaneda's term, controlled folly, it is an ever-present hazard to lose sight of the fact that this lesson of disharmony is, in being purely a lesson, pure harmony.
The eclectic does not deny that ease is more desirable than difficulty, as most do, and they rise beyond the challenge of life being as but suffering. Perplexedly spiting themselves in perpetual awe upon the peculiar paradox that the easiest route is the most difficult, we realize that difficulty can be a matter of mindfulness as opposed to aloofness, that difficult only entails arduousness, as opposed to intellectual challenge, when discernment fails to realize the right answer.
The hazard is to lose ourself in allowing ourself to screw up in the mindless egocentric cowardice of guilty pleasure, for such intent, rather, must always be firmly grounded in our intent within the greater context, as part of a larger plan that affirms the learning of a lesson rather than the suffering of disharmony. Hence our burden is to ever succeed to be joyous, in noble spirit, as burden is realized as challenge, as opportunity, as a life-long career in self-creation. The true nature of any job is art, especially in the case of life.
Many use this path as an excuse, as failure to be fulfilled is suppressed in denial, for indeed the obscurement blocking fulfillment goes unnoticed, in error of judgment confusing clarity with blissful ignorance. As one loses sight of the whimsical magic of playfulness, one thinks one is always right in their personal eclectic modality of eternal evolution, and cancels out their own impeccability, that so humbly hinges upon the transcendent necessity of imperfection, if one is to ever truly learn anything which one was previously in ignorance about.
Therefore the choice is between adventure or suffering, as we cannot know what to expect, except that the future can be a good adventure or a mis-adventure, and we can either be foolish fools and choose suffering, or because we are so impeccably in touch with ourselves, self-realized, we can be wise fools and know that we will always choose adventure over sultry suffering.
And so, indeed, is life like art, which, as Marshall McLuhan put it, is ANYTHING
...that you can get away with!
~ life is hard - tough - thick-skinned - so it can function - work - create - dance - live ~
Ah, the eclectic. Perhaps it is something of a Freudian slip that I often confuse the term "eclectic" with "eccentric". Indeed, the eclectic way is the razor's edge; it is the recognition that all paths essentially are. And upon the ego-stroking slackfulness so comically transcendent in, to borrow Carlos Castaneda's term, controlled folly, it is an ever-present hazard to lose sight of the fact that this lesson of disharmony is, in being purely a lesson, pure harmony.
The eclectic does not deny that ease is more desirable than difficulty, as most do, and they rise beyond the challenge of life being as but suffering. Perplexedly spiting themselves in perpetual awe upon the peculiar paradox that the easiest route is the most difficult, we realize that difficulty can be a matter of mindfulness as opposed to aloofness, that difficult only entails arduousness, as opposed to intellectual challenge, when discernment fails to realize the right answer.
The hazard is to lose ourself in allowing ourself to screw up in the mindless egocentric cowardice of guilty pleasure, for such intent, rather, must always be firmly grounded in our intent within the greater context, as part of a larger plan that affirms the learning of a lesson rather than the suffering of disharmony. Hence our burden is to ever succeed to be joyous, in noble spirit, as burden is realized as challenge, as opportunity, as a life-long career in self-creation. The true nature of any job is art, especially in the case of life.
Many use this path as an excuse, as failure to be fulfilled is suppressed in denial, for indeed the obscurement blocking fulfillment goes unnoticed, in error of judgment confusing clarity with blissful ignorance. As one loses sight of the whimsical magic of playfulness, one thinks one is always right in their personal eclectic modality of eternal evolution, and cancels out their own impeccability, that so humbly hinges upon the transcendent necessity of imperfection, if one is to ever truly learn anything which one was previously in ignorance about.
Therefore the choice is between adventure or suffering, as we cannot know what to expect, except that the future can be a good adventure or a mis-adventure, and we can either be foolish fools and choose suffering, or because we are so impeccably in touch with ourselves, self-realized, we can be wise fools and know that we will always choose adventure over sultry suffering.
And so, indeed, is life like art, which, as Marshall McLuhan put it, is ANYTHING
...that you can get away with!
~ life is hard - tough - thick-skinned - so it can function - work - create - dance - live ~