Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Allegory of the Cave; 1989 freshman year St. John's University, Philosophy 101. Truth, I sat hour upon hour wondering, "When does this start to make sense?" 2003; a bad year, fork in the road of a seemingly good life, age 30, "Oh, so that's what he was talking about". Well, not exactly. The moment was hardly an epiphany, in fact it was only in retrospect that I would realize the moment had actually come and gone. I've been on the previously uncharted road for nearly 5 years now and with that comes a new dilemma; does the student become the teacher?
Sometimes-more often than not, I find myself in the middle of a discourse involving some seemingly cave-like thinking; any and everything from child-rearing practices to work ethic and all local stops in between. I don't know what to do anymore. If I spend any more time writing and talking to my cats, I'll become officially weird, if I spend any more time trying to persuade others to exit the cave of their minds (patterned thinking, behaviors, comfort, ignorance) I worry I'll get sucked in. At some point you begin to wonder if your own wealth of life and happiness is all an illusion. Perhaps, I'm in the cave and everyone else is out dancing on some musical yellow road like pre-weird Michael Jackson and Diana Ross in The Wiz. Doubtful, but you never can tell.
So, I'm going to try something new, I'm going to ask my readers and just for shits and giggles I'm going to put together a package of goodness for the person who feeds me the sweetest morsel on the topic. (Morsels are defined as sweet goodness for your mind body and spirit.) If you're not on blogger, please leave an e-mail contact alongside your comment.
Do I rely upon the depth and breadth of my own teachings to help others close to me or do I depend on the sheer nature of the Universe to show them the way and, why?
at 5:30 PM