Remain contented in a state of ‘be as it may.’
… are idea and stream-of-consciousness.
Idea: The more vivid the vision of the title (i.e. the idea), the more precise, effective, natural and appealing the work. One need not worry about words or sentence formations. The vision must remain forever clear.
Stream-of-consciousness: This is a difficult task, not because one can’t capture what one is thinking as one thinks it, but because it is often meaningless and unappealing babble. It’s natural to ask whether it’s possible to control the nature of such a work. Careful reflection, however, reveals that the effectiveness of this kind of work, like that of the previous kind, depends on vision, although this time subtle and implicit, rather than being explicitly defined in the idea.
It turns out, however, the two kinds of vision being discussed are of the same essence, in that both need clarity in thought, a certain direction (even though the thought-stream might superficially seem to be without direction), one which results from a stillness within — when thoughts, even if random and fish-like, float about in a stream which is steady and uniform.
In other words, the effectiveness of either kind of work depends on a solid realisation of what one wants to say, not in the head but in the heart. This is what they mean by, “One must write not merely because one wants to write, but because one knows what one has to say.”
Thinking about life,
thinking about Tao,
(Source: Daily Cup of Tao)
Communication isn’t meant to be perfect — it’s meant to merely enlighten an idea that is already in the listener’s mind. It can’t give birth to new ideas.
Naming is the root problem.
Not naming is letting alone.
hi Terry, i hope it’s airy,
have a berry, or a cherry,
and you’ll be hairy fairy!
you wanna ask, “how dare he?”
i’d say, “keep it merry”
i’m not being scary
just making my day, good very
come on dear,
don’t get me to tear
wanna have a beer?
you know, the pub’s near
or is there too much fear?
to even be here?
i hope i’m being clear
He tries to conceal his fear that he’ll fail to survive, by claiming the reason he built the burrow is that he enjoyed to. It isn’t hard, however, to see through his pretense, especially given his own later descriptions of the kinds of imagination he harbours, of being attacked and devoured while in the very burrow.
At first, he says he built the burrow because he enjoyed it. Later he gives an account of various ways he would be eaten while in the same burrow. He has thus defied his own initial attempt to conceal his fear of dying.
He built a borrow, for joy he sought,
Or this was rightly what he thought.
But he’ll be chewed by a bigger fellow,
As he goes to sleep with dreams mellow.
Thus he’s scared,
He’s not prepared.
Indeed, a moron is he.
An oxymoron this be.
(More attempts probably on the way, stay tuned…)