"Sometimes We Must, Dance in the Dark"
The Mechanics of "Hollowing"
"Sometimes We Must, Dance in the Dark"
"Paradise"
Rainer Maria Rilke
Memento Mori
"Memento Mori
"Memento Mori "
It is both a philosophical practice and an artistic trope used to remind people of their mortality and the fleeting nature of earthly life.
How many times have we heard, Individual's late in life, and close to death say "Oh if only I could have Just One more Day!
Memento Mori is a reminder,
That that One More Day is Today
Buddhism: The practice of Maranasati involves meditating on the stages of bodily decay to overcome attachment.
In Tibetan tradition, the focus is on the impermanence of life as a tool for spiritual awakening.
Day of the Dead (Mexico): Celebrations use skuls (calaveras) and skeletons to honor the dead and celebrate the continuity of life in a playful, community-focused way.
Sufi
In Sufism, the concept corresponding to memento mori is known as Tadhkirat al- Mawt (Remembrance of Death). Unlike the Stoic focus on mortality as a reason for civic virtue, Sufis use it as a tool for "dying before you die" (mutu qabla tamutu)--annihilating the ego to achieve union with the Divine.
Modern Day:
Today, the phrase has seen a resurgence through 'death positivity" movements and the Daily Stoic community as a reminder to prioritize meaningful work over trivial distractions.
Etty Hillesum
The sky is full of birds, the purple lupins stand up so regally and peacefully, two little old women have sat down for a chat, the sun is shining on my face – and right before our eyes, mass murder… The whole thing is simply beyond comprehension.
Advaita, Duality
&
Trinity
Advaita
Tat Tvam Asi
Duality
Trinity
Sat-Chit-Ananda
Non-Christian Scholars map the Trinity to the Vedantic concept of Sat-Chit-Ananda (Being-Consciousness-Bliss), seeing them as three dimensions of a single ultimate reality.
Trinity: Meditation as "Integration"
Meditating on a Trinity (like the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit or Sat-Chit-Ananda) focuses on the dynamic flow between aspects of reality.
Represents the consciouspersonality, the "I" that interacts with the material world. It is often described as the "moved" (in relation to the Soul) and can be plagued by dualistic judgments, attachments to emotions, and, if separated from its source, creates illusions.
Acts as the mediator between the Ego and the Spirit/Godhead. It is the deeper center, containing one’s true, authentic essence.
The source of all life and consciousness, the "mover" or "True Self" that exists within and beyond the individual. It is often described as the "whole-making function of the soul".
Etty Hillesum
Closer than Close
I
Know of beauty
That no one has ever
Known.
How could that be possible
When I seem
So new in infinite time?
It is because God belongs to only you!
Did you hear that?
Did you hear what Hafiz just said?
God belongs to only you!
It is the only reasonable payment
For a single
Tear.
“For a Single Tear”
Hafez
The Almost Imperceptible, But Always Present, Spoken Words of Grace
I've often felt that, that Which Sparks My Connectedness or Belongingness to the Universe, was a Rare Blessed Event, Not Understood, but Intuitively Linked to a Rare Alignment of Myself with The Universe.
But as I've Pondered, Explored and Come to Embrace is That this Is the Ethereal Language of the Power of the Universe Spoken, So Softly And Ceaselessly, That even the Presence of a Single Thought can Drown it OUT.
Be Still
And Know
I AM
In the silence, I hear poetry. Where each star whispers, hear tales of unimaginable beauty. This fleeting existence, seeded by a distant past. A collection of vastly scattered pieces, self-constructed willfully in symphonic harmony.
Are we the universe spawned, contemplating its own existence?
Or is it all just chance?
Beseeched by overwhelming uncertainty yet, should it even matter? In the chaos of entropy, we are architects of resilience.
Surrender to the authenticity of this incredible conscious experience.
After all, what is life without tales untold and wonders unseen. Be vulnerable. An agent to mystery.
Robert Frost
The Dust of Snow Falling
Thoughts On Aging and Living & The Second Half of Life Etty Hillesum below " No one can keep us from our second half of life exc...