Ever so slowly dawning, is the realisation that embracing paradox and the unresolved as emergent phenomena can be meaningful beyond the push for realisation. There are a thousand million people out there who know more, know less, know broader, know more deeply than I, yet, as it is for all other sentient beings, no two people will ever know what I know in the way that I know it. This is both a solace and a source of disconsolation. This is being human: this is being / becoming. it is difficult to embrace and to let be at the same time, to allow, to facilitate a play of concepts that defy resolution as surely as a bucket of live eels defy any attempt to weave them into plaits. Is there then, a resonance… a vibration that keeps these things together, bumping up against one another, a cosmic push and pull, the second law of thermodynamics that ensures that as much as matter disperses, the gravitational attraction in that same context can ensure a clumping together – drawn together – but dispersed – scattered yet finding ways to gather – concepts, people, minds and dare I say it, the human spirit itself – is not one – can never be one. Delicious thoughts – even more so were the thinker a writer too – but words – as much as they are who I am – escape my mind without poetry – earnestness not matched by literary beauty – that is not mine alas. And there it is, the centripetal, the centrifugal vibrating in and out of sync until some resonance hits its mark and for a phrase there just might be a note of music.
