Category: Seeking the Essence

One day when
Truth was just
Hanging around
It went missing

This was not noticed
Immediately
For people did not
Use it very much
The ordinary ideas of the day
Sufficed

Some people noticed
That it was not there
They thought
Perhaps it was
Never there
We just
Made it up
Perhaps
We just
Saw something
That was
Not there
It was
An illusion
All along

So they said
Let’s get along
Without it
What difference
Will it make

Could we
Replace Truth
With something else
Something else
That was not
Truth

Yes they thought
We could replace it
With untruth

What could
Untruth be
Well
If Truth is
One thing
For Truth
Can only be
One thing
For it is
What is
Then untruth
Can be
Everything
Or
Anything
One can
Choose
Anything
Which will then be
By your choosing
Your untruth

No one
Can argue
With you
About it
Because
If you make it
Your untruth
Then it is
Your untruth
So
If it works
For you
Helps you
Live
A better life
Then you
Have reason
To believe
That your
Untruth
Is indeed
An untruth
For it is useful
It explains things
It gives you
Your identity

If your
Untruth
Does not
Work
For others
Does not
Help them
Uplift their lives
Then it
Is not their
Untruth
But that
Does not
Mean
That it is
Not an untruth
Untruths
Become
Untruths
When one
Believes
That they are
Untruths
You cannot
Deny
That it is
That person‘s
Untruth
You must
Believe
That their
Untruth
Is truly
Their
Untruth

Thus in living
With others
We form
Social groups
Defined by
A specified group
Of untruths
And as Truth
Is no longer around
We can then
Create
A larger group
Of those who hold
That all subgroups
Who hold
Similar untruths
Must be valued
Must be protected
Must be praised
For creating
A framework
Of value

Then one day
Someone
Found Truth
And said
Your untruth is untrue
Words hold
One set
Of meanings
And not
Another set
Words point
To something
To some state
To some process
Be it material
Be it social
Be it mental
They point
To what is

Words
Can change
Their set
Of meanings
But then
They point to other things
One must know
Whether they still
Point to
What is there
Or now point
To what
Is elsewhere

Truth demands
That you know
To what
They point
If there is
No Truth
Then words
No longer
Have
Consensual value
For they are
Merely markers
That someone
Thinks something
About something
And others,
Can’t know
What that is
Until that
Person tells them
What they mean
By that word

When there is
Truth
Then Truth says
I am here
I exist
I am that I am
Truth might be
Hard to see
Hard to understand
But I am here
The world
Consists of the true
It does not
Consist of the untrue
There is not a
Partly true
There are no grades of Truth
What is is
It may be complex
It may be simple
It may be
Seen partially
Understood partially
It may be hidden
By the
Cloud of the unknown
It may shine
Like the light
Of the midday sun
In a cloudless sky

But however it manifests
Cloudy or clear
It is there
And that
Grounds life
In a world real

It requires
That we don’t
Take the
Pointing finger
To be the real
But look beyond
To what it points
The beautiful moon
There
Is the richness
In the nature of people
Which is
Rooted in
The many groups
Biological
Psychological
Social
Making up
The identity
Of a single person
Rendering every person
Unique
Valuable
Irreplaceable
Such is
The culture
Of each person
And such is it
That
There is no culture
Greater than one

Around the person
Are many cultures
Formed by
Sub-groups
Of people
But they are fewer
By far
Then the many
Subgroups in the
Biological
Psychological
Social
Elements of the
Mind of the person
We are greater
Than any culture
Outside us

When Truth
Is known
To be there
Then we can see
A wondrous reality

Does the night take more
Then it gives
Is it the end of the day
Or the start of a new day
Does it liberate
The creatures of the day
Does it allow freedom
To the denizens
Of darkness
Is it there to provide
A time of rest for some
As the day provides
Time for rest for others
All types of creatures
Those of the light
Those of the night
Are they each
But the absence
Of the other
Is it just happenstance
Merely the product.
Of the rotation.
Of our planet.
Around its
Light source

Mind too
Has its light
And its darkness
It has inhabitants
Of these realms
The Lightlings
And
The Darklings

Lightlings live
In a world of objects
They experience
They process
They understand
Reality to be
Made of objects
Whole things
Of ideas
Ideas that have boundaries
Clear shape and form
They interact
With other ideas
In ways measurable
There is fit or friction
There are goals
With definite endings
Meanings with clear definitions
And
Solutions to
Definite problems

Lightlings move
Towards things
Have successes
And failures
Lightlings live a life
Filled with
Tasks to do and
Tasks done
The journeys
Comprised
Of departures
And arrivals
Life hums with doing
Death is an entropy
That has realized
It’s fullness
There is nothing further
To be done

Darklings live
In the world
Of emotions
Ideas and intuitions
The reality
Is an interconnectivity
Of meanings
The processes
Of the world
Relate to
The blending
Of experiences
One into the other
The other into another
Understanding arises
Only by selecting
Some blending
As the issue of concern
And explaining
The connection
Of that blending
Into other blendings
There are no
Wholes there
All parts
Of connections
To other parts
There are few
Distant destinations
But many
Journeys
There are
No successes
There are no failures
There are only
Understandings
Understandings
Only have value
In relation to
Whether they are
Interesting or not
With regard
To the issue of concern

Darklings live life
Folded with explorations
To be explored
And explorations
That have been
Partially explored
Full with mysteries
To be understood
And mysteries
That are partly understood
The journeys
Are full mostly
Of departures
There are few arrivals
Life hums with curiosity
Death is an interruption
And maybe
Only a departure
On a journey
That is hidden

Here we are
Humans
Each one
Living life
As both
Lightling, and
Darkling
Using that nature
That seems best suited
To the time at hand
Often just letting
Life choose
What is best
Not choosing
For ourselves
What life
We want to live
What part of us
We want to use
To take the journey
That we want
To take
We need to learn
The nature
Of this being
That we are
To become that
Which we want to be
Or to find out
What we have
The potential
To be
For this we need
To know the day
And we need
To catch the night

In the bright noon-day day
Where all shines clear
It seems the darkness is gone
Yet it is not so
For the daylight does not
Eradicate the night
They merely swap places
Neither is less or greater than
The other
The light does not
Chase the darkness
Anymore than the night
Eradicates the day
The one is not more real
Than the other
They both exist
They have their own places
Neither one greater
Than the other
The day requires
Day things to be done
The night night things
We need both
Growth and gestation
Action and rest
Planning and contemplation
Each have their own
Places in life
Life could not be life
Without both of them
But is the dark
That which was the beginning
That which will be the end
Is the pre-thought
And the post-thought
The ground from which
Thought springs
Is the lesser
More than the greater
Is the whole greater
Than the parts
Is the whole just
A part of
A greater whole
Is the greatest whole
The greatest day
Just the obverse
To the reverse
That is the greatest space
The greatest night
Is it the real
That contains
The day and the night
Is the real the only emptiness
Can we find it
Or are we fated
To live in
The day and the night
Each in its own place
And see
The echoes of eternity
Only in strange mathematics
Or will we
One day within the stillness
Beneath the night sky
Fuse the dualities
And be full
In the emptiness of the real