“What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark…” ~ Virginia Woolf
English novelist and critic Virginia Woolf (1882 – 1941), 1902. (Photo by George C. Beresford/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)
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Is it mere fiction to you, or do the “series of lost chances” of which the author speaks revive themselves also at the core of your psyche with fierce vengeance at times?
“No one was to blame for what happened, but that does not make it any less difficult to accept. It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, the wrong place at the right time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That’s what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together.” ~ Paul Auster, Moon Palace
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…when ‘trying’ also turns into an “attachment”…
“How do you let go of attachment to things? Don’t even try. It is impossible. Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find yourself in them.” ~ Alan Watts
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I wonder how many women are this lucky but have also been assured of this determined type of a devotion through actions…
“…once you fell in love with her, you loved her until the day you died.” ~ Paul Auster, Timbuktu
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…doesn’t “courage” also define itself as internal strength to un-live the lived moments, if they have proven to be traumatic in retrospect?
“This in the end is the only kind of courage that is required of us. The courage to face the strangest most unusual most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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…there is always the potential for an excuse: poetry loves “clinging”…to the passion of it all…even (or especially) to being “vulnerable”…what is one then to do?
“The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.” ~ Ram Dass
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“Crawl inside this body. Find me where I am most ruined – Love me there.” ~ Rune Lazuli
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…have you also been trying to succeed in ‘becoming that fleeting moment’…or have you been successful all along? (I doubt that I will ever achieve the ultimate peace-creating balance, since I seem to continue to be stuck on the act of trying…)
“Right now a moment of time is fleeting by. Capture its reality in paint! To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment.” ~ Paul Cezanne
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“Deep shame has been my lover since” she whispered, “penetrating me every instant I am in that room. The same memory stabs my soul again and again: how easy it was for you to leave me.” ~ An excerpt from my novel draft, For the Sake of a Necklace.
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…the infamous slippery life’s gift of ultimate splendor…being capable of living only the now and the here…
“You cannot see it with your eyes. You cannot hold it with your hands. You cannot smell it with your nose. You cannot hear it with your ears. You cannot taste it with your tongue. You cannot form it in your thoughts. Here it is!” ~ Nyogen Senzaki
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