Something’s going to happen tonight – I can tell. Something new. The course of things has been … interrupted. Things will shift in some tiny, imperceptible, but all-important way.
Something that has nothing to do with us – with Organisational Management. A new star will appear in the sky, or something. I don’t know.
Something’s started up between us, right? Something’s happening. Don’t you feel a sense of Inevitability?
I always feel that if I woke up … then something would happen. But first I have to wake up.
But what does that mean – wake up?
From this life to … another one. To true life. How do you do that, philosopher: wake up to true life?
There’s a … weight upon me. Pressing down on me. Crushing me. There’s something holding me down. If I could lose it. If I could push it aside. What then?
Do you ever feel that you’re not living your life?
Whose life are you living?
I don’t know. I’m not sure.
Do philosophers feel unreal? Are you supposed to feel unreal? This might not have been my life. None of this might be real. Do you remember When Narada asks Krishna what Maya is? Maya can’t be explained, Krishna says. It has to be experienced, Krishna says. They walk into the desert. Krishna sinks down. I’m parched, he says. I need water.
So Narada goes off to find water. An oasis. A beautiful woman, fetching water. She quenches his thirst. He follows her to her family house – the house of a chieftain. So taken is he that he asks for her father for her hand in marriage. The chieftain accepts, and he’s married.
Soon, he is blessed with four children. When the chieftain dies, he becomes chieftain in turn. Then: disaster. A flood comes. He loses his wife, his children. He cries out, My life is gone, my children drowned. How can I live without them. And a voice comes, Narada, I am thirsty. Where is the water?
Narada turns, and beholds Krishna, in the desert. Come to your senses, Narada, Krishna says. There never was any wife or children. It was all maya.
So you see, I might wake up and none of this was real. Not even Organisational Management …
Do you believe in past lives? Do you think there was something between us, once upon a time? In another life? Or will there be, in the future? In a future life?
Did we know each other in another life? It feels that way. It’s simple to talk to you. It’s easy. Ease is not a thing to be underestimated.
See this is so light. Talking like this. Feeling our words float up.
Work in Progress 