I use words. In this medium it is unavoidable. However, I recognize those words for the symbols that they are, and, being mere symbols, they imperfectly convey the information intended. My experience involves certain sensations and emotions that are difficult to describe in words, yet they occur, leaving any account lacking that ignores them. Unfortunately, misunderstandings result. Gladly, this very line of examination of myself, if successful, should offer at least some assistance toward comprehension if not the perfect harmony that is ever elusive.
I take inspiration from the Dao de Jing. The text is highly metaphorical and symbolic, reading as nonsense when taken at face value. However, over time certain patterns emerge as reading persists. These patterns point to a philosophical cohesion that serves as a kind of key to reading the symbols. Comprehension comes not through the ability to understand words but through the recognition of patterns and subsequent application of those patterns to the words. Therefore, the meaning of the text is grasped through a repeated process of reading, contemplation, and application. For this reason I find the text beautiful. It is elegant and efficient. It teaches the reader not only the objects of “what it says” but also teaches “how to read it” without the need for an external educator.
I hope to capture some of that efficiency and elegance in my own writing. Whatever value, or lack thereof, the material itself may have, let it at least share a pattern when taken as a whole. If the patterns are there, then the keen observer and aware mind should be able to follow with comprehension. For the words are truly nothing without the mind behind them. The pattern is their life, their soul. Without, they are merely bones to be arranged as one pleases. This is what I speak of when I speak of integrity; and such a word is not quite sufficient. There is a soul present; I place value in nothing else; therefore, should I be wrong, then everything I write means nothing to me. If the creator has no reason behind his actions, can he create anything but an utterly mad and incomprehensible world?
I am speaking to you. Can you hear me? I am a constant revelation. Do you know me? If you know me, do you not know the meaning of my words? Instantly and effortlessly they occur as images, and they cease to be symbols; my words are my soul, naked before you. To share my soul, I can imagine no greater honor. Though I do not confer honors, I constantly receive them. This is my soul for your consideration. The intimacy is love. The dialogue is love. The integrity is love. I am love, and you are love. Let us gaze upon the result with fascination and wonder, how our souls interact when revealed. Our creation is our contribution to the great epic eternal.