What if that which arose never passed away?

Why do we paint everything? Usually white… 
Especially when things get old.
“Just paint over it”, we say.
It’s as thought the cracks, grains and weathered spots are totally unacceptable to us, our best denial of a decaying world.

Because decay is ugly, right?

I walked through an old building being refurbished the other day, and I was struck by the beauty of the walls, run down as they were.

"Paint it white..."

"Paint it white..."

“What’s going on with the walls?”, someone asks.
“We’ll paint them white”, responds the architect.
Everyone nods in appreciation. Problem solved. Because decay is a problem.

But what of the decay of a note, say, of a piano? Imagine if every single note in Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C# minor (or the /moonlight sonata/) never decayed? Well, if you can’t imagine, it sounds kind of like this:


At least in this example it eventually ended, clearing way for your ears and eyes to reset just in time to play your favourite Justin Bieber hit. If you don’t have anything on hand, I’d suggest this one with the strangely ironic lyrics. It’s a banger.

But what if it hadn’t ended. What if everything that ever started never stopped? Every colour, every sound, every smell, every taste, every feeling, arising but never passing away, until swiftly the full spectrum of perception of every being reaches total saturation, allowing nothing to be distinguished from anything else, and nothing new to be perceived.

It’s a fairly grim thought. 

So, perhaps the decay is beautiful? The wisdom of time infused in every crack, and every crevice clearing way for something new.

Or, at the very least it means we can enjoy our Justin Bieber without that wretched Beethoven clogging up the damn frequency spectrum.

Why we build a wall

We (I) live in a world of unacknowledged shadows.

It is important to acknowledge that for the purpose of this blog, where I mention “we”, I can only truly speak as “I”. I then can only hope for a kind of unity where the voice from which I speak resonates in the minds of many more than my own. Else, I am truly alone. But this is a thought I refuse to pursue this early in my investigations.

If such a thing as collective consciousness exists, then collective shadows must exist. By shadows, I mean the side behind the bright light we offer to the world. Because we're raised in a world in which our popular narratives imply that the dark side does not exist. We shake our heads at the the dark characters in the news as though it could never exist in ourselves. But what if there is a little Trump in all of us? Desperate for power and fame. Intent on building walls.

Anaïs Mitchell, from her concept album on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice (Hadestown, 2010), sings;

[HADES] Why do we build the wall, my children, my children? Why do we build the wall?

[ALL TOGETHER] Why do we build the wall? We build the wall to keep us free That’s why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free

[HADES] How does the wall keep us free, my children, my children? How does the wall keep us free?

[ALL TOGETHER] How does the wall keep us free? The wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That’s why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free

[HADES] Who do we call the enemy, my children, my children? Who do we call the enemy?

[ALL TOGETHER] Who do we call the enemy? The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That’s why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free

[HADES] Because we have and they have not, my children, my children Because they want what we have got

[ALL TOGETHER] Because we have and they have not Because they want what we have got The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That’s why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free

[HADES] What do we have that they should want, my children, my children? What do we have that they should want?

[ALL TOGETHER] What do we have that they should want? We have a wall to work upon We have work and they have none And our work is never done My children, my children And the war is never won The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That’s why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free We build the wall to keep us free

We build the wall to keep us free.

I suspect we’ve all built walls to keep us free. Behind these walls we hide all manner of secrets. Yet, we sling judgement like arrows flying blindly over the wall. Because, within the wall we have power and light, but beyond the wall we have darkness, and in the darkness lurks the unknown, and in the unknown lies anything we can imagine. And we must plan for the worst, of course. Therefore, in the darkness perhaps lies the worst imaginiable evil. And we MUST act accordingly. Right? Right.