Steven - I'm taking unnameable nourishment from this piece. In Buddhism there is a term called "twilight language" which describes a form of communication that delivers multiple meanings at the same time. Your essays are often successful in seeding something in me that I can't describe or understand with my mind, which prevents the usual mode of "understanding" something to occur so one can move on. I don't know if this is deliberate on your part, but I see it as the function of the mystical, to evade our capacity to intellectually package life up and move on so we can avoid being undone by the divine complexity of its nature. "Every frozen day reminds me of my own escape from a dying state." There is a whole world, a whole life in this statement. I am tempted to ask for you to expand and elaborate, but that would just be my usual way of being trying to stamp out the arresting curiosity that leaves me hanging on the words. Instead, I'm going to let them linger.
I'm saving this one. Well done.
Steven - I'm taking unnameable nourishment from this piece. In Buddhism there is a term called "twilight language" which describes a form of communication that delivers multiple meanings at the same time. Your essays are often successful in seeding something in me that I can't describe or understand with my mind, which prevents the usual mode of "understanding" something to occur so one can move on. I don't know if this is deliberate on your part, but I see it as the function of the mystical, to evade our capacity to intellectually package life up and move on so we can avoid being undone by the divine complexity of its nature. "Every frozen day reminds me of my own escape from a dying state." There is a whole world, a whole life in this statement. I am tempted to ask for you to expand and elaborate, but that would just be my usual way of being trying to stamp out the arresting curiosity that leaves me hanging on the words. Instead, I'm going to let them linger.
Of course, in Spanish Mysticism we have a word for this shared twilight speech. You would call them in English, Parables.
Perhaps the Psalm Matthew recalled in his account would be best to encapsulate this:
"I will open my mouth in parables.
I will speak from the constitution that formed the creation of the world.
That which we have heard and known
That which our ancestors recounted to us"
but that finale is far more beautiful in the Latin:
Nostri Narraverunt Nobis.
It is to say that we navigate by our ancestors
This is what I am deliberating doing to speak to the generations in every soul.
Thank you for this comment Rick. It evoked a very valuable contemplation for me. I am so grateful for your friendship.
Yes, parable. Of course. It gives me joy if I can add a log that further fuels your mystic bonfire.