I've started reading a book about Zen, Chaos Theory, and Samuel Beckett. Need I comment on the book itself? Probably not. I will, however, transpose some of the ideas contained with the book here because this space has become a place for me to process and synthesize my thoughts. Except for the Moustache, which was simply Ridiculous.
"Even on the macroscopic scale of the quotidian, we can never hope to predict deterministically or even with any degree of accuracy the movement of the universal machine."
"The change is not in how the world actually is but in how it is seen."
Regarding Beckett's plays
"...the plays are not a movement away from order to its opposite; they are instead an investigation of the richly complex, chaotic realm of life at the boundaries of order - life in the real world."
"Chaos is not the polar opposite of order; it is, instead, a medium in which order (and disorder) can be found."
Can I ask that we all try something together? As we move throughout the day, say tomorrow, can we check in with ourselves at inordinately frequent intervals, and each time we check in with ourselves can we locate tension in the body and release it - attention sent to your breath will help - and then, after releasing our tension, can we say something to ourselves, something along the lines of "Wow, I am on a wobbling orb speeding through outerspace." Not to push it, but if you feel like it you can follow that first thought with another, something like, "...and the entirety of the universe enveloping our planet is simply referred to as 'space'."
Let me know what happens.
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