SISYPHUS'S DILEMMA

Most all have heard of the Greek mythological figure Sisyphus, who was sentenced by the Gods for being deceitful, and even a murderer of travelers through his country. Sisyphus was punished with the futile work of pushing a boulder up a mountain, whereupon reaching the top, the boulder unfailingly, and instantly tumbled back down to the bottom.  As ordained by the powers-to-be, this was to become Sisyphus’s life: fruitless, unrelenting, repetitive, and worse – unimportant labor.  At the beginning of each day, Sisyphus’s hourglass, filled with uninspiring work, was simply flipped over; primed for another day.

 In Albert Camus’s book, The Myth of Sisyphus, the French writer noted that as Sisyphus walked back down the mountain to retrieve his boulder he would have been afforded the time to contemplate his fate; to consider his situation.  The following essay encompasses a number of ideas from various philosophers, notably Richard Taylor, plus a few of my own all melded into a story.

 After another arduous trip lugging his rock up the mountain, a forlorn Sisyphus, once again, watched as his rock begin to tumble back down the mountain-side.  Hanging his head, and taking a deep breath he dispiritedly began his descent.  Sisyphus, on this particular return, began to contemplate, even agonize over the question of how he could ever improve the nature of this unrelenting labor that filled his days.  He pondered how this work could be advanced and made, at least a bit more, meaningful.

 His first thought led him to the idea that instead of a big boulder, he was actually fated to transport just a small pebble up a hill.  As he considered this material improvement, he debated if this would be the key change he was actually seeking in his fateful work.  He figured, yes, the pebble would still roll back down the hill, but being just a pebble, it would be easy to retrieve and transport back up the hill.  So he asked himself, ‘Would this improve the condition of my work?”  After a tittle of thought, Sisyphus confessed that this change would help physically, but sadly, only physically.

 Upon further reflection, Sisyphus entertained another idea; and even bigger improvement so he thought.  He now imagined that the boulder did not roll back down the mountain at all.  As he pushed his boulders to the mountaintop they would begin to accumulate into a pile.  A smile slowly crossed his face as he began to visualize that his efforts would now, at least, produce something – even if only a pile of rocks atop his mountain of work.  The idea of working to create something, even if only an aimless pile of rocks and pebbles captivated him on his slow retreat down the mountain.  But his smile was cut-short as he quickly arrived at the conclusion that this new development would not be the meaningful change he sought.

 Sisyphus, in a memory that harked back to his youth, suddenly remembered he had learned that real, honest, and respected work had to be both hard in nature, and long of duration.  This type of work was respected by the throngs who constitute quote, ‘Society’.  Extrapolating out this line-of-thought he imagined for a moment that the stone he was fated to transport was even bigger, and the mountain’s slope now more severe than ever before.  Visualizing this change, he saw himself staggering to hoist the stone to his shoulders, as opposed to mercifully pushing it, which even the condemning gods had allowed. “No!”, he quickly uttered – “this does not make my work more meaningful, at least, not to me”. 

 Suddenly, Sisyphus had an insight.  The gods who had condemned him to this unrelenting work were, no doubt, busy conducting their godlike duties.  He wondered if they could really be that vigilant about watching him work.  He contemplated for a moment that they might not be keeping track of him at all.  And if this were the case, he might be able to abandon his boulder and rest for a bit.  Maybe even give up the work for all of eternity and live a life of leisure.  Mentally playing this notion out, he realized that such a path would only result in eternal boredom.  This would be a curse unto itself, for Sisyphus knew he was immortal, and a bored immortality could possibly rival the damning of this fated labor.  Just the thought of it caused his vigor to suddenly fall slack, which was unsettling at best.  Eternal rest and a life of leisure were not going to be the answer to his dilemma either.

 Having adopted the idea of the rocks not falling back down the mountain, yet still frustrated nonetheless, Sisyphus turned his thoughts to other ways he could improve upon his work.  As the weeks passed, the growing pile of rocks had become quite large.  One day he stopped to survey his rock pile.  After reflecting for a moment, he began rearranging a few stones, configuring them into a pattern he had seen before.  Realizing he had to transport his rocks up the mountain, for that he couldn’t change, he began to grasp the idea of actually constructing something. ‘Yes’, he thought, he would build some type of structure.  However, he knew he should follow the plans of another designer, or architect, because he was just a lowly hill climber, and what did he know about constructing buildings?  This idea morphed into a smile across his countenance, as he suddenly felt that this fated work would now finally be dramatically improved.  Exercising this line of thought, Sisyphus would intelligently build a structure born of another’s imagination. It would have use, possibly even beauty. 

 As the years passed, obediently following the blueprints of an architect Sisyphus didn’t even know, he still yearned for something more.  There must be something beyond the daily task of building from the plans of another.  This job had now become too small for him.  He felt he really couldn’t put his spirit into it.  He had tried, but it wouldn’t fit.  He had indeed matured, so-to-speak, building from the imagination of an intelligent designer who was one who had demanded, through his shear force of will, that his plans make some noise and actually come into being.  Likewise, Sisyphus now wanted to build something that would manifest his own ideas, and not simply regurgitate the designs of one he had never even met.  He desired to perform in a manner that spoke to him, while speaking from his core.  And even though his hands had calloused from transporting all those rocks, he still longed to feel himself in his daily work.

 Sisyphus continued to contemplate this idea on the only respite he enjoyed: on his repeated trek, down his mountain of work to fetch his rocks.  As Sisyphus descends, take a moment and psychologically mount yourself on his broad shoulders, from where you can enjoy complete relaxation as you think about his dilemma, possibly your dilemma – a universal dilemma.

I have hung all systems on the wall like a row of useless hats. They do not fit
— William Golding British author

 As Sisyphus anxiously considered what this next evolution of progress would look like, he suddenly, in a fit of frustration, and perhaps insanity, tore down his hard-won structure.  Crying, he asked, “What have I done? I have people who depend on me, and I shouldn’t be so self-centered.  I’m irrational.  So what if I feel that I’m fated to create something from an impulse that resonates deep within me.  Maybe it’s just my fantasies playing tricks on me.  Who am I, really?”

Sisyphus, on some level, wished to escape the unsatisfied longings and stifled ambition eating away at the heart of his desire.  There was an undercurrent of inauthenticity in his work that would not leave him alone.  Feeling that in order to truly live an honest life he had to find a way, once and for all, to act from a sincere impulse emanating from who knows where.  Sisyphus, attracted to this idea, had finally arrived at a place where he would, for the first time, listen, and act from an original inner impulse.  But, not today.  Today he would remain comfortably numb, living among all the sane people pushing insane rocks; among the sincere, living an insincere existence, and with all the critics, smiling hypocritical smiles.  After all, it was safe here.  Society, in full agreement tacitly nodded.

I was part of that strange race of people aptly described as spending their lives doing things they detest to make money they don’t want to buy things they don’t need to impress people they dislike
— Emile Gauvreau French anarchist

 After many more weeks of deciding his next step, he came to the conclusion that it was not the things you did in life that could psychologically kill you – it was the things you didn’t do.  (Maybe even immortals don’t really live forever, but rather for an extremely long time.  Because of this they just believe themselves to be immortal.  Maybe they’re just like the rest of us.)

 At the end of his thinking, where conclusions live, Sisyphus believed he deserved to find his destiny as anyone ever created.  He was commanded by a universal impulse never desiring to lead anyone down a wayward path.  He arrived at the conclusion that he had no choice but to finally listen – find – and follow.

Destiny finds those who listen and fate finds the rest.
— Marshall Masters TV producer

On an inauspicious, ordinary day, Sisyphus began to work from his own imagination, intellect, and impulse.  His work reflects what emanates from within. Ironically, he works as hard as ever before.  And on some days, because of his growing enthusiasm, he works harder than ever before.  This venture, though far from perfect, speaks to him with sincerity; he feels true to himself.  Now working according to his nature, he communicates a bit of himself in his daily tasks, which ironically is still to push rocks, boulders, and pebbles up his mountain of work: For this he could not change.  Sisyphus deemed his work to be valuable, and through his shared essence with others, they also valued his work.  Nothing had changed as Sisyphus was still condemned to this work for all of eternity, but now he relished his immortality.  His youth and vitality never seemed to waver as he worked with great purpose.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay - forever young
— Bob Dylan Forever Young

 Sisyphus’s work speaks to him and communicates – not by words but actions – his essence to the world.  On his fated way back down the mountain to fetch, yet another rock, he smiles and suddenly begins to cry; warm tears stream through the dust of his face.

The man may teach by doing, and not otherwise. If he can communicate himself, he can teach, but not by words.
— Emerson Essay on Spiritual Laws
Only creativity is spontaneously rich. It is not from ‘productivity’ that a full like can be expected.
— Raoul Vaneigem Belgian philosopher

The French philosopher, Albert Camus, concludes in the Myth of Sisyphus, that for Sisyphus, “The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.  One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

 Sisyphus closes his eyes and reflects on what authentic work is to be.  He realizes that his soul and its spirit exude an essence that energizes and animates his will.  And when this is sensed by his heart, it spurs his desire and appetite for certain outcomes that he can capably bring about.  If he did not have the talent to make this real, the thought would never have ever come into his mind.  He realizes that he has become an unobstructed channel between his soul’s energized impulse, his mind’s faculties, and his natural talents.  He knows he can perform his work which, in turn, feeds his soul.  In this way a virtuous cycle is completed.  He is beautiful and good, for a thing is beautiful if it fulfills its purpose, and good if faithful to its nature.  The essence of a thing is its spirit, and the spirit of a thing is its essence.  One does not exist without the other.  Now his essence is displayed in his work.  And yes, work that has been fated: it could really be no other way.  Finally, his work speaks to both himself and to the world as he creates something of real value.

In choosing our life’s work, we should choose that which will call the biggest man and woman our of us, and not that from which we can coin the most dollars.
— Orison Swett Marden American author

CYCLE OF CONSEQUENCE/ aka LIFE

SEQUENCE AND CONSEQUENCE

Life is a continuous and unbroken cycle of cause and effect. In the final analysis - there are no accidents. Behind every effect there exist a cause, a genesis of that effect. 

Random occurrences, sometimes described as accidents do present themselves to us all, but there was a cause of that 'happening'; an effect somewhere earlier in a chain of causes.  

This is all good to know, but what can I do about effecting, or maybe more accurately engineering, in a favorable way, my own personal sequence of this cause and effect? Why should this be important to me?  

Why? Because you are the genesis of our own personal cycle of consequence, and here is how I believe it works; it all starts with perception; with your personal precepts of your world.

To further explain: How one perceives something (events, circumstances, personal luck, possibilities, themselves, etc) directly affects how one feels about that something. How one feels about something influences, most assuredly, how one thinks about that thing. How one thinks about something directs the actions one takes in relation to the thing that is being thought about. And in the final analysis, the actions one takes serves as the proof of the initial perception: this action being only a delayed reflection of the initial precept. And, of course results come from specific actions, and not from vague hopes, wishes, and good intentions. But first, and always, the key generative factor was how you first perceived the thing occupying your field of vision and or thought. Therefore this sequence and consequence cycle first began with the quality of your perception, recognition, comprehension; your grasp of what is real, real for you at least; perception was the genesis of all that came later.  

To further explain, precepts (the products of perception) furnish the elemental materials from which we think. This leads to what we do; the one and only proof of what we are really thinking. Our precepts are the units on which our memory, imagination, thoughts, reason, and judgment build their structures. If we will but perceive things differently, i.e. better, more confidently, etc. we will do things differently. If we see things truthfully, we thus feel, think, and act truthfully. Precepts, the products of our perception, are the first, and most important, link in life's chain of sequence and consequence.  

No matter how varied, wonderful, and abundant the outside world actually is, my inner world - where my precepts and I reside - is limited to my personal view of whatever this real world is. Therefore, my perceptions form the foundational layer upon which I create, architect, build, and eventually rule my actual world: I am the ultimate creator of its boundaries. I decide, beginning with my perceptions, and all that is spawned from these perceptions, the heights of the peaks and the depths of the valleys of my life.  

Knowing this and understanding that each of us is the sold creator of our world, our highest duty is to increase our power of perception, because it is only and exactly this which provides the materials, units, and structures that constitute our one and only world, and nothing but our world. Below the idea, described here, is put into schematic I call the Cycle of Consequence.

 

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This idea comes from the perceptions of Garry Fitchett, the author of Life is a Bicycle - A Living Philosophy to Finding Your Authenticity.

THE FORMULA by Garry Fitchett

There is a formula, a first principle axiom, capable of bringing one to more fully understand their soul, and to come to understand the nature of the spirit residing within this soul: in essence, to come to a place in the road where one can truly know - who they are as an individual.  And if such talk of searching for your soul and its spirit feels hyperbolical or pretentious then just characterize this process as a venture to find out, 'what makes you tick'.

There has to be this formula. Every answer to be found has, by definition, a method - a method of discovery: some very simple, others convoluted and arcane. However, once understood, a formula can be used by anyone desirous of finding their answer.  AND WHAT AN ANSWER TO BE FOUND.

Before you can understand any subject, concept, truth - to really know it - we must first know the truth of who we are. This by definition, maybe default has to be our starting point. However, this is not an easy thing. Why? Because chronologically it does not work out this way for us.  We, unwittingly, are born into a world that for thousands of years has already been designed, developed, formulated by others who have come before us.  It is not inconceivable that maybe some errors have occurred: maybe these designers were asleep, or at least a little drowsy.  A society developed by generations of men and women who were not always up to such an important task.  

Our goal, as we unavoidably come into such a world, wide-eyed and innocent, is to earnestly learn of our immediate environment, and come to understand it as best we can.  And low and behold we find ourselves up to the mission being the curious intelligent beings we naturally are.  Then, as time goes by, and as we start to get a grip on what makes society function we find, most directly, our key role is to fit-in, assimilate, and to conform to this ready-made world. Rare is a person who thinks otherwise.

Therefore, the need and desire to know who we really are comes, if it ever comes, much later. This important task, maybe the most important one we really have, comes after we have already done a lot of looking, a lot of study, and a lot of trying to conform. Habits like this are long in the making and, understandably, hard to break. It is easy to become blind to them. A fish is the last to discover water. Then, it is to this accepting, mechanical, conforming life we embark and quickly solidify by habit. Habits which indelibly, and maybe forever furrow our lines of action, and channel our chains of thought.

However, a few, having failed to completely succumb to societal forces, begin to approach a point where understanding, awareness, and the urge to know what makes them tick overwhelms their rather mechanical faux-fabricated life. This task, hiding in plain sight, finally appears on the horizon.  It is here where a hard break in the daily chain of habit is necessary.  And break it we must if our life is to ever approach the heights it was created to achieve.  A life full of imagination, creativity, and power; full of emotion and joy.

But HOW? Oh, what a question. For those who feel this urge to live a life like this, even if felt only rarely, and then only faintly, is not easily forgotten.  We know we have a problem; to find a way out of our self-imposed maze that society has lent a big hand in constructing. We know, instinctively, there is a way, a plan, format, possibly some strategy that could be employed that will do the trick for us.  Something to bring up to an action point of relief, even if not absolute success.  Something to override, supersede, and bleach-out not the precious moments and times we've had, but just the injurious consequences of the times.  A way to know our unique individuality and not have to live as a manufactured personality with all its fears, doubts, and envies that have, over time, taken root in our being.  Can an order as tall as this really have a simple answer? NO. But it can have a formula. An efficient formula efficaciously performing the act of taking something that each, in his or her own way, is searching; then make it understandable, and most importantly, actionable.  A formulaic that once memorized, poured-over, and pursued with just a bit of tenacity, will reap results beyond one's widest dreams.

A prescription, true and precise as a mathematical equation demonstrating a relationship of cause and effect.  A formula designed to disentangle our genuine self from the machinery of mind and body that has been bent and molded by the throes of society. A formula finding something that is just SO, as it was designed to be. A formula to un-riddle ourselves and to find our place on a once boundless shoreless sea.  A formula like this exist and it will be revealed in simplistic clarity so that all who wish to know, may know.

The Formula designed to break your pattern and cycle of inauthenticity goes like this:

This formula, along with its components and relationships, will be explained in detail so that you can make it operational and useful for yourself. So that you have the opportunity to get some real good out of it; and know how to make it work for you.  Work for you along the lines of the penultimate task of discovering your individuality, and once found can live true to that unique individuality the rest of your life.

The Formula stated goes like this:  YOU(U) equals your attractions(a) times your intuitions(i) divided by what you innately Will(w) times forever or infinity.

This philosophic formula, a first of its kind, is designed to discover one's authenticity.  This formula moves one past the value of knowing quote, "The Secret", for it makes the secret operational.  The goal of devising this formula is to have people come to acknowledge their essential individuality and then to have a living, breathing working way of discovering their authenticity.  Faith naturally resides in the idea that people striving to unfold their true-self is a good thing.  A good thing for not only oneself, but for the health and well-being of society, everywhere. Let those operating true to their nature procure compass, protractor, rule and become the architects of society.

In short, the formula is the have you become your self, your whole self, and nothing but yourself.  It's ultimate over-arching objective is two-fold: One, to bring to one's conscious attention the essence of one's true spirit, and two, to have this knowing, powerful, imaginative 'thing' through you, meaning your heart, mind, and body, exert its (positive, loving) Will upon its immediate environment, if not the world.

To begin, the formula will be explained in a summary format so that you will immediately get the gist of what it is all about.  This will allow your subconscious to begin to get 'its arms around' the dynamics involve in executing the formula for the benefit of self and others.

The Formula Explained in Summary

YOU (U) means the true, essential, real, unique, one-of-a-kind you. That unalloyed, powerful, imaginative, creative YOU.  A YOU that has risen above having once been fallen, as the german philosopher Martin Heidegger called it, into the structure, requirements, and expectations of the society we find ourselves living day to day. This YOU is that eternal essence that makes up the kernel and core of your, "I AM I" as it is sometimes referred.

'a' stands for ATTRACTION, meaning what it is you are naturally attracted to including: people, places, things, ideas, notions, etc. where you give easy and unbridled attention in your daily life. Attraction indicates desire. It is both cognitive and emotive in nature.

'i' stands for INTUITION. Intuition's a form of constructive imaginative thinking providing a sudden and immediate insight into a thought, problem, purpose, or plan.

So The Formula to this point is as follows: The one and only YOU(U) equals what attracts your Attention(a) multiplied by what you Intuit(i).  All of this is divided by your Will(w), that is to say, what one most innately WILL's. Will, used in this context, is a palpable force coming from deep within oneself.  It desires things, people, conditions, etc., and wishes to exercise its inherent powers in a specific direction to achieve, gain, effect, acquire, or improve a situation. Will, as positioned in the formulaic equation, is the common denominator of both Attention, and Intuition.  And the reasons are as follows: one surely needs to be aware, cognizant, even alive enough to feel one's Will as it is attracted to and desirous of paying attention to that with which it has an affinity, and two, the exercising of the Will is necessary to detect and discern one's intuitions.  Furthermore, the Will has an even bigger role in developing the conviction to act on one's attractions and intuitions. Having the capacity to not only feel, but be conscious of one's Will exercising its instinctual powers places one, most immediately, in rarified air. One's attractions, intuitions, and what one Wills comprise the foundational compounds that make the essential you, and nothing but you. 

The infinity symbol indicates that this process for every individual will carry-on forever; indicating the belief that your current life, now, here on this Earth, is but a small small segment of your entire spiritual existence. You are living your eternal life right now; this is part of it.  When you one-day-die from this earthly existence your body will not discard your spirit, but your eternal spirit discards the earthly body, and on and on.  We come, dwellith a while, then go. But back of this our spirit lives forever.  

that which brought you into being, will continue you in being; that which created you, will recreate you; that which generated you, will regenerate you; that what breathed life into you, will continue to breath life into you - if you will but set its powers into activity.

 

 

The Formula: A PHILOSOPHICAL EQUATION OF I

What if there existed, awaiting to be discovered, an easily remembered equation that clearly and precisely demonstrated a way, a formula, a first principle theorem designed to lead one on a journey of ultimate self discovery?  Would it be helpful for those who desire to embark on such a search?  

We are all very familiar with mathematical equations, with perhaps the most famous being Albert Einsteins's  

Magnificent! indeed. Brilliant. Precise. Einstein used just five, easy to remember symbols, and explained the complex relationship between Energy and Mass.

What if a similar formula or equation could be used to show the complex, and seemingly equally illusive relationship between who we really are and whom we consider ourselves to be.

Here is just such an equation:

U =  ai ➗ w  x  infinity

This Formula will be explained in the next blog.        

Three Questions - Perpetually Illusive

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?
— Rumi

On March 6, 1974 the Russian-born philosopher, Ayn Rand, addressed the graduating class of The United States Military Academy at West Point.  She began with a 'short short story' that began like this. Suppose that you are an astronaut whose spaceship gets out of control and crashes on an unknown planet. When you regain consciousness and find that you are not badly hurt, the first three questions in your mind would be: Where am I? How can I discover it? What should I do?  

Now this is a very interesting series of questions which could lead to a very intense philosophical discussion. However, for my purposes here lets begin by visualizing ourselves in the same spaceship crashing on an unknown planet. But, this time, the impact of the crash has caused you to hit your head on the control panel which induces an immediate state of amnesia. Now, your first questions could very well become: Who am I? How can I discover it? What should I do?  

As you begin to gain your wits, you start to take notice of your surroundings in search of clues. You gaze over the instrument panel where you find no encouraging help; and, in addition, quickly come to the realization that the readout dials could be faulty, from either the impact of the crash, or from your head having banged into the controls.  With every passing minute and hour, the world around you is becoming more clear, but the questions: Who am I? How can I discover it? and What should I do? remain unanswered.

When I fast-forward to present day I find that these are the precise questions I have asked myself since I was maybe a boy of twelve; or basically all my life. These questions have pulled-at me, tantalized me, and, at times, haunted me to the point of abject frustration. I don't even bother with pondering why is it that I ask, as these questions seem most natural and self-evident. As self-evident as having two arms, which I have never spent a minute wondering about why I have them. And no matter how ardently I seek answers I still find myself spinning in a mental cul-de-sac of a blind alley.

Understanding that my answers probably will not come from the same mental plane that originated the questions in the first place, I begin to search elsewhere for direction. And knowing that it would not be very intelligent to listen to just anybody, on such important questions - as most appear to be as lost as I am - I fancied that it would be wise to seek advice from someone I respected. But Whom? Who could help me most directly in exiting and laying-to-rest my self-imposed three-faced dilemma. Eventually, after years of reading, I happened upon the writer, Lev Shestov, who put-forth the idea, he had found helpful along the lines of a task like mine, of 'taking a pilgrimage through great souls'.

So I began, at what I would describe as the top-end of a wide funnel, with the hope that my unique and personalized answers to: Who am I? How do I discover it? and What am I to do? would eventually, one day, squeeze themselves out of the small nozzle-end of my funnel: A funnel of knowledge I was eager to construct considering the weight of my three questions.

In the beginning what my search lacked in depth it compensated for in width as I read, rather indiscriminately, what many would consider works of some of the greatest souls of the ages. As my reading continued and especially by paying attention to what I was naturally attracted to, coupled with exercising and feeling the pull of my own Will, I began to enter into the depths, and more personally enlightened narrows, of my discovery funnel. I felt that I was closing in on my answers, or, at least, some concrete steps, that would eventually lead me to what I was seeking. And the common thread running through my journey, fast becoming a useable rope that I could really hold on to, (and the reason for this blog) was this:

Listen to your Masters, admire their musings,
But listen to yourself, when it’s time for the choosing,
Battles roar and rage, along an inner plane,
Welcome the wounds, weariness, and dings,
Because after, and only then, will you grow the wings
— Garry Fitchett

Enculturation versus Individuation: The Only Worthy Battle

Enculturation vs. Individuation:  The only worthy field of battle where all should stand and fight.  All other warring battlefields - religious and secular, past and present - drenched in human blood, are so far beneath the soul and dignity of humankind that it pains one to even consider that they have existed, do exist, and, unfortunately, will continue to exist.  And WHY?

The fight to be one's self, in a world that is doing its very best to have you become like everyone else, is the universal, but often unseen battlefield of everyone's life. This is the ultimate struggle; all are participants, and no one can be spared.  

Those rare warriors who are conscious and aware, and allow their wisdom of perception to be known, are often ridiculed and derided by the human-sea of the unconscious, who ironically, at the end of the day, also fight. 

Most of these worthy warriors are doing their best, but granted do grope in the dark, and without adequate tools; the others don't even take the time to blindly grope, and the few who occasionally do, do so without the help and hope of even finding a tool.

Some bold and bravely fight with tools of rationality and reason; albeit usually powerful, are proven sterile in this theater of endeavor.  Here active imagination, intuition, and listening to the sub or unconscious are the sharpest, most efficacious armaments to employ.  

And what is it that is to be won?  Each, within themselves, only knows.  Therein lies the beauty of the battle.

"The most precious thing that man possesses is his own individuality; indeed, this is the only thing that he really has, or is; and for one instant to allow any outside influence to enter or control this individuality is a crime against man's real self."           ---- Ernest Holmes

 

Why Read a Book?

Books are the best of things, well used, abused, among the worst.  What is the right use? ... They are for nothing but to inspire.  I had better never see a book, than to be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system.                                                                                                                                                 --- EMERSON

Life is a Bicycle does not, in itself, possess the power to alter matter, objects, or the state of one's living conditions.  But, it sincerely aspires to have the power to alter one's state of mind, which in-turn holds the distinct power to alter matter and thus, one's environment. We know that behind every result, resides an action, and the the ancestor of every action is a thought.  

Life is a Bicycle cheers you on to trust yourself - to pursue, then find your unique orbit of individuality.  And then to have the courage to resolutely remain in that true and authentic orbit.  For the world holds many illusions seemingly designed to lead you elsewhere. Your authenticity, steeped in self-awareness and self-reliance, is where your ultimate power resides.  

Welcome to my blog

Why blog?  There can only be one reason - because you believe you have something 'worthwhile' to say.  And, furthermore, that what you have to say will make some type of difference.  A difference to someone, even if that one, is you, the writer of the blog.

 I will not write or blog on a specific schedule.  As one who advocates nonconformity and self-reliance I will write when I have, or feel I have, something to say.  I am reminded of what Lou Holtz (the illustrious college football coach) said when he became a TV football commentator and was asked if he found the job difficult,  He replied, "No, not really, you just need to keep talking until you find something to say."  So I will blog when I feel I have something to say and not because an arbitrary and manufactured schedule says that it is time to blog.

The focus of my blog will be centered around the idea that the universal goal for people, as they make they way through life, is to find their authenticity.  As Henry David Thoreau said, "If I am not I, who will be?"