Pax pacis et remissio
Moving an infinity, yet never leaving my grasp, they collide, in what to them is a fierce, or at times not quite so, battle. Yet it seems to one such as I that their motions, their clamor, their cries are relaxing. They circle round each other, and I see them, but the repulsive lust prevents me from aiding the end of their plight. Always they have a new beginning, without ever reaching the end. Why is this? I, in such great power, will never see them cease at their petty quarrel, until they no longer rest with me, for someday they may very well no longer be mine.
Some days they are strange. they move slowly, and hum as though they were singing, as though they were merry, as though their quarrels were over. I notice then that they are like me, and I cherish them for it. They are comrades, they are companions, and though they fight at times, they hold no grudge against each other, and when the fighting ceases, they are merry, and enjoy the company of the other, even though their plight is destined to be resumed again as though it never stopped.
So I ask myself how they keep such fellowship among them. This action is inhuman, for humans can only hold grudges, and finish unimportant things while leaving greater things undone. After a long conscious siege on this great fortress of unconscious philosophical knowledge, I realized how I was held off, how I was defeated time and again. These inhuman things were natural and lacked conscience, and this unconsciousness brought them peace. Surely, I said, this cannot mean peace is only brought on in death and sleep, for if it is then I will most surely end my unrest.
I now had a new question, so I wasted and whittled more time with these things than ever before. For weeks I tried in earnest to live like them, but found that no matter how much peace one tries to create, someone else smothers it, if only for a moment. Even when peace was attainable, and meditation should not have failed, I had no peace, for I was with my thoughts. These things were careless and had not been riddled with worry by any society. They had no need to meditate, for infused in them was an equilibrium which I was not given.
So I scoured the reaches of my mind to see if somewhere I could find a way to overcome this. Then I discovered, or rather remembered, something I had once read. Until recently, it had been second nature to me in my meditations, but I found it difficult to accomplish now. He had said that meditation is nothing, it is not that you are not doing anything, but you are in a state, as he called it, of non-doing. It is not that you are nothing, but are in a state of non-being. You are not thinking, but examining the past, thoughts that were once yours but are no longer. Why are they no longer yours? It is because you are meditating, and feelings and thoughts no longer belong to you. When at it's peak, meditation can allow your consciousness and unconsciousness to operate separately. One should be able to meditate while their body is doing something completely different. One's mind can be at peace while their body suffers the will and the wrath of society. This was the answer.
To this day I pursue this excellence, for then I will also be carefree, and no longer riddled with the qualms of others. These great objects of nature, without teaching, posses the ability to teach volumes. If these were the professors of the world, then it would be faultless.
Now I have talked to you about them, and I will not say that they will be the same for you. All I advise is that you search for your self, and find something to teach yourself from them. But I also ask, do you know what they are for me?
In Bellum compertum pax pacis et remissio
Some days they are strange. they move slowly, and hum as though they were singing, as though they were merry, as though their quarrels were over. I notice then that they are like me, and I cherish them for it. They are comrades, they are companions, and though they fight at times, they hold no grudge against each other, and when the fighting ceases, they are merry, and enjoy the company of the other, even though their plight is destined to be resumed again as though it never stopped.
So I ask myself how they keep such fellowship among them. This action is inhuman, for humans can only hold grudges, and finish unimportant things while leaving greater things undone. After a long conscious siege on this great fortress of unconscious philosophical knowledge, I realized how I was held off, how I was defeated time and again. These inhuman things were natural and lacked conscience, and this unconsciousness brought them peace. Surely, I said, this cannot mean peace is only brought on in death and sleep, for if it is then I will most surely end my unrest.
I now had a new question, so I wasted and whittled more time with these things than ever before. For weeks I tried in earnest to live like them, but found that no matter how much peace one tries to create, someone else smothers it, if only for a moment. Even when peace was attainable, and meditation should not have failed, I had no peace, for I was with my thoughts. These things were careless and had not been riddled with worry by any society. They had no need to meditate, for infused in them was an equilibrium which I was not given.
So I scoured the reaches of my mind to see if somewhere I could find a way to overcome this. Then I discovered, or rather remembered, something I had once read. Until recently, it had been second nature to me in my meditations, but I found it difficult to accomplish now. He had said that meditation is nothing, it is not that you are not doing anything, but you are in a state, as he called it, of non-doing. It is not that you are nothing, but are in a state of non-being. You are not thinking, but examining the past, thoughts that were once yours but are no longer. Why are they no longer yours? It is because you are meditating, and feelings and thoughts no longer belong to you. When at it's peak, meditation can allow your consciousness and unconsciousness to operate separately. One should be able to meditate while their body is doing something completely different. One's mind can be at peace while their body suffers the will and the wrath of society. This was the answer.
To this day I pursue this excellence, for then I will also be carefree, and no longer riddled with the qualms of others. These great objects of nature, without teaching, posses the ability to teach volumes. If these were the professors of the world, then it would be faultless.
Now I have talked to you about them, and I will not say that they will be the same for you. All I advise is that you search for your self, and find something to teach yourself from them. But I also ask, do you know what they are for me?
In Bellum compertum pax pacis et remissio