February 1st, 2006


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:: Back to Basics ::

Nigel passed me a book during my graduation.
The book was titled, "Reflections of the Art of Living - A Joseph Campbell Companion".
When I first read the book six years ago, I did not fully comprehend its contents.
Then a week back, while doing my business, I poured through the insightful pages once again.
I felt I learned something from these verses:


Life is without meaning.
You bring the meaning to it.

The meaning of life is
Whatever you ascribe it to be.

Being alive is the meaning.


Participate joyfully
In the sorrows of the world.

We cannot cure the world of sorrows,
But we can choose to live in joy.

When we talk about
Settling the world's problems,
We're barking up the wrong tree.

The world is perfect. It's a mess.
It has always been a mess.

We are not going to change it.

Our job is to straighten out
Our own lives.


We must be willing to get rid of
The life we've planned, so as to have
The life that is waiting for us.

The old skin has to be shed
Before the new one can come.

If we fix on the old, we get stuck.
When we hang onto any form,
We are in danger of putrefaction.

Hell is life drying up.

The Hoarder,
The one in us that wants to keep,
To hold on, must be killed.

If we are hanging onto th eform now,
We're not going to have the form next.

You can't make an omelet
Without breaking eggs.

Destruction before creation.

Out of perfection
Nothing can be made.

Every process involves
Breaking something up.

The earth must be broken
To bring forth life.

If the seed does not die,
There is no plant.

Bread results
From the death of wheat.

Life lives on lives.

If you are lifeworthy,
You can take it.

What we are really living for
Is the experience of life,
Both the pain and the pleasure.

The world is a match for us.
We are a match for the world.


The funny thing about insight is that
Insight has to be self-derived, and cannot be easily passed on.
Let's hope others can glean insight from these verses as well.

Just started writing entries for my diary, after a five-year hiatus.
Not surprisingly, the entries are more chronological, less cryptic, more personal.
Perhaps then, livejournal is a means for myself to express myself to others
Rather than for my personal pen-downed entries.
If thus, then be
The hazy imagery conveyed in the livejournal.

Will I write less, now with my diary as an outlet?
Only time can tell.
But meanwhile,
Destruction before creation. and
Haziness before clarity.