It was an interesting reflection. I was contemplating…what? The nature of desire, resistance to desire, the implications of a Universe tripping me headlong into the future of experience, and the impact of that experience on my being, and my reaction to that impact. From where does desire arise? What is the relationship between desire that seems to be an emergent property of my innermost being, and the environment that both shapes me by pressure and infuses itself into me through my senses? And where does my will, my ego, roost in this process? As an observer? As a recalcitrant? A recidivist?
Suddenly, the question revealed a bit of clarity – wisdom, perhaps – about the process of maturation, of reconciling and letting go. Of a confounding kind of intimacy and surrender, sacrifice and sanguinity, and the power and freedom that is revealed in its wake. The ethic of The Hanged Man.
As I say – this is not easy work. Worthy. But not easy.