Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Initially there is a nothingness, a cosmic state of entropy. Either constituents configure or a mysterious propulsion brings life into being. That mysterious force or quantum mass is unknowable. Centuries later man descends the depths of cosmic density to understand the mechanism behind it all. The stars gleam iridescently, the moon casts its luminous shadow and the constellations whirl and the search for answers is foiled again. Yet the possibility of knowledge and its epistemelogical unraveling propels man on. Various theories endeavor to understand the ineffable but its nebulosity is ungraspable. The belief buoys man up, the feeling that the hieroglyphs would reveal an arcane script that would answer all the big questions.

The beginning is an unknowable anterior. Indeterminacy is intractable yet it is its very fluidity that renders obdurate its elasticity. The nothingness which is experienced as both outside and in is actually the center of consciousness. It is the space where the seam is knotted, meaning is concentrated and modes of knowing intersect. It is non being or a higher being. The raison d etre of this realm is that it is experienced but inarticulable, that its significations can be felt but not expressed. With the passage of centuries as being and becoming were promulgated from this non being awareness of its fulcrum in human life was bypassed. Rather than a space of recompense for metaphysical jadedness it become a terrifying abyss. It's tenebrous emptiness is a human construct, a consignment of the unapprehended to the zone of the unutterably horrifying and inadmissible.

Some people though, more so as time passes by get a glimpse of the vertiginous depths of this precipice. Unaccustomed to delving deep they retract, recoiling in horror, reentering the simulacrum of the quotidian while the underlying awareness of the precipice imbues their incursions into the here and now with a realization of its existential void.

Of what then, does this journey consist of. It requires an atemporal passage through time and history to a space where time and history become non existent. It is a traversing of a primordial blankness, a space where nothingness begins and ends and which is itself nothingness. The journey takes two forms. It is, on the one hand, a peregrination through myth, oral culture and history to find ways in which being was created out of non being, a form of knowing that has, with contemporaneous depredations, receded and become indistinct. The other, more central journey is to touch the very nerve end of this center of emptiness and commune with it. Though answers, particularly demonstrable through language and experiment, would be difficult the experience will be experienced. Is it necessary to communicate this incommunicable experience? Could not inhabiting it affect imperceptibly being and becoming. The odyssey is inwards, a burrowing beyond the collective consciousness to the kernel of cosmic consciousness. The returns are not just a new apprehending of life but a discovery of the amorphous mysteriousness at the kernel of life.

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