Sunday, January 14, 2007

'Neither agreeable nor disagreeable,' I answered. 'It just is.'
Istigkeit - Wasnt that the word Meister Eckhart liked to use? 'Is-ness.' The Being of Platonic philosophy - except that Plato seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of seperating Being from becoming, and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction of the idea. he could never, poor fellow, have seen a bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light and all but quiverring under the pressure of the significance with which they were charged; could never have percieved that what rose, and iris and carnation so intensely signified was nothing more, and nothing less than what they were - a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in wich by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence.
I continued to look at the flowers and in their living light I seemed to detect the qualitative equivalent of breathing - but of a breathing without returns to a starting-point, with no recurrent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning.

The Doors of Perception - Aldous Huxley

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