Safely ensconced in a context, cricket
in India, rugby in South Africa, moving
with ease in the routines providing the
guiding lines directing your happy life
I float in between, looking for ways to
overcome the threat of being lost in a
meaningless world, searching theories
and visions to create a framework
For a questioning life, nothing staying the
same for very long, without intrinsic sense,
making it up as I go, sometimes such fun,
but when I become tired and dispirited
Falling into the emptiness lurking between the
self-constructed meanings of manifold authors
and disciplines; I prefer the significance ascribed
to the world by quantum physicists,
Astronomists, mediums and spiritualists; poets,
composers and Hollywood’s fairytale scripts; it
is just impossible to hold on to anything at the
moment when my consciousness overturns
Even long ago when holding on to religion as
a child, under threat of fire and brimstone, all
kept falling away when my mind started turning
like a seismograph seeking direction and finding
None – after every episode I must reconstruct a
new meaning for me, choosing between the
various beauties
Of sublimity…
“In aesthetics, the sublime (from the Latin sublimis [looking up from] under the lintel, high, lofty, elevated, exalted) is the quality of greatness or vast magnitude, whether physical, moral, intellectual, metaphysical, aesthetic, spiritual or artistic. The term especially refers to a greatness with which nothing else can be compared and which is beyond all possibility of calculation, measurement or imitation.
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