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Oct. 4, 2004 “What are we?” “Where do we come from?” “Where are we going?” These burning questions have indeed fired the flammable minds of many thinkers and the pushing winds of over-aware obsession with existence and meaning has been a storm ever since the mind conceived itself! Is it mad? Is it maddening? No. It has always been madness itself. But what is this ‘It’? It is Being itself. It is existence. It is the universe. It is life. It is death. It is Nature. It is thinking. It is ‘IS’. It is an eternity, which is also finite in its infinity, because there is nothing more than the Eternal, and where there is nothing more there is nothing more. It is also absurdity, as it affirms and negates at once being and nothingness. So, where does this all come from; where does it all end? Nowhere. This is the sanity of existence, the order and sense of everything. But everything seems so ordered to the extent that it becomes a nauseous spiral into the realization of utter chaos. This is the reason: everything appears so sane and ordered that it disgusts the mind through its veil of perfection – and that is the madness of sanity. This finite eternity or eternal finite is by its very form madness: it is a replica of itself mirrored onto every image of itself and reflected infinitely onto the void external! In short, it is a tragedy because it was seemingly born in the limelight of the ravenous mind, which cannot stop thinking. This mad mind which must constantly bend over itself might as well be existence itself. For what is outside of the mind? Can there be anything left outside the mind when it has already devoured the so-called outside so selfishly? There can indeed be something outside the mind, but that would just be another reflection of it. When was the mind’s womb, the mind, or for that matter, the monstrous outside world ever not a reflection of the both famous and infamous mind? Never. This is what is leftover of momentary thinking and indeed of all contemplation in the most profound sense: the temporal human. For the human being does not exist anymore in space, as it has consumed everything into its own hell. And so, it only hurries through the misty ether of temporal being, as it has no space left, only the hell of infinite time to cast itself into a miscellany of forms in truth and in falseness where there is no difference, no distinction between anything real or unreal. And so it fights with and over itself. It depresses itself into thick, filthy blackness. It fears itself and imagines its own opposite. It kills itself and then resurrects its creation and destruction just to torture itself even more. The mind becomes sad and gets drunk. It wakes up to a dark morning and begins to drink again until it vomits. But all the while it keeps on burning. Its flame never wanes even a little. The eternal burning intensifies everything and will continue until the time when exhaustion finally gives in. How can this looming destiny of nothingness be possible? What about this beautiful mind? Or will it come as a welcome and longed for end to all suffering? Oh yes, it will! It will be both the climax of all tragedy and an ascent into the absolute bliss of untouchable unconsciousness. Our mind is still a red, hot and burning coal, but on the darkening horizon, there is sense of it graying. In the time to come it will start its downfall from the fiery hell into the abyss of nothingness. It will cool down and die silently without making a noise, and nothing will be aware of it. The mind will die alone in the cold darkness without leaving even a mark of its hellish existence… ------------ About the author Werner Reyneke: I am a 23 year old passionate writer/poet in my spare time and a computer programmer by proffession. Visit my website to see my first published book. I live in South Africa and have been published in a local newspaper (some poems in Haiku form) for the first time in February 2000. I have also been selected for publication in a VoicesNet Anthology (visit www.Voicesnet.org) and a Poetry.com (ILP Publishers) anthology called "Eternal Portraits"). Visit my website at: http://myweb.absa.co.za/wreyneke/Mybook.htm Email: wreyneke@absamail.co.za Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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