All here: I think this is the way to best describe what my presence is not on this second day of 2011. It's no mystery that as we stumble through life we reach for reference points, beyond our own decay, to find meaning, to attribute some significance to our life. In the eyes of loved ones we see our self reflected; however warped or narrowed, it is here where meaning shapes our purpose to live, to strive, to dream.
It does not appear to me that the strength to continue with dailiness has more than an impetus from our instinct to self-preserve. Beyond this initial launch, as we mature, our efforts are directed at more than the imagination, dreams, play, and the satisfaction of urges and biological function; we seek to define the self, to, in some way, find a platform from which to admire, not accomplishments so much as belonging. Certainly we can and often distort our understanding of self-purpose with temporary balms from our ego, but these can be as substantial as paint on walls or the foundation on which the same walls are erected. In our search for meaning our ego is as fire: it can help by making things more pliable & even be purifying, yet it can destroy, recklessly consuming whatever crosses it, regardless of conscience, values, morality or ethics. While these tempering qualities of the ego aid in defining one's purpose & meaning, the ego can just as well distract one from belonging.
For example, as we search for meaning we eventually encounter legacy...
(more later, practical matters are beckoning)
It does not appear to me that the strength to continue with dailiness has more than an impetus from our instinct to self-preserve. Beyond this initial launch, as we mature, our efforts are directed at more than the imagination, dreams, play, and the satisfaction of urges and biological function; we seek to define the self, to, in some way, find a platform from which to admire, not accomplishments so much as belonging. Certainly we can and often distort our understanding of self-purpose with temporary balms from our ego, but these can be as substantial as paint on walls or the foundation on which the same walls are erected. In our search for meaning our ego is as fire: it can help by making things more pliable & even be purifying, yet it can destroy, recklessly consuming whatever crosses it, regardless of conscience, values, morality or ethics. While these tempering qualities of the ego aid in defining one's purpose & meaning, the ego can just as well distract one from belonging.
For example, as we search for meaning we eventually encounter legacy...
(more later, practical matters are beckoning)
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