: 1. Lie without soul
People talk and people think. And people relate. And the soul has no room, As if it doesnot exist. There is no comprehension of the principles that guides the soul, not to mention aholistic view, of the world in which she lives.
The soul is not tangible and perceptible within the restricted boundaries of the rationalworld, the senses, and social norms – in which our life is being conducted.
And indeed, those three: rationalism, senses and norms, are the three boundaries thatcreate the prison of our perception. We can relate onl to things that appear inside thisthree bared cage.
-!ne bar “of this cage# is the rational thinking: whatever seems and sounds rationaland conceivable to us.
-Another bar is the $ve senses: touch, sight, smell, taste and hearing.
-The third bar is the social norms: the conventional wa of perceiving life and living.
The soul %lives% outside this small prison, in the %nature reserves% of the arts& There, she is protected in: a galler, a theater or a concert hall. ‘ut there she is alsoisolated, fro(en and sterile. )n those places ou get
simulation
of soul-life, not the
living and beating dynamic
of soul-life. What we $nd there are the remains of something, a fro(en resemblance of the soul.)ndeed she is saved in the %nature reserves% of the arts, but in our da to da life it isalmost impossible to $nd her.
We miss her, not onl in the outside world, but also within us& there we pa muchattention to our emotions, desires and ambitions, but never to the existence of thesoul.*ost people perceive her as some kind of fantas or a pipe dream. ‘ut actuall herexistence is ver much a realit. )t is more real then all that is concrete and perceptiblefor our senses and usual awareness.
)t seems to us as if she is simpl not there.
But she is
. )t is us who are not here forher. +he is the greatest loss of our lives.or us, her existence is a loud void, a painful absence. An absence that resembles anempt abandoned concert hall that was once $lled with classical music and now is fullwith a bothering silence. )f ou never heard music plaing there, ou will not sense thispain, but for those who remember and long for it, entering this place will be oinedforever with an ongoing sensation of grief. This analog is a bit lacking, becauselonging for the soul is dierent from longing to what ou used to have. )t is the longingfor something ou should have and could have, but never had “onl in rare glimpses,
or some people).
The best wa to describe the absence of the soul is as the combined sensation of aphantom limb of an amputated leg and the feelings a single man has toward the voidof the spouse he never had.We can visit the soul in the exile of the arts, but it is ust like visiting a relative inprison& the guards are looking over our shoulders and the experience is limited intime and $lled with restrains. )t must be brief, and ou cannot consummate with oursoul.
Those brief visits of the soul in the domains of the arts, can take place while reading abook, listening to ‘ach, reading poetr, and perhaps it can even occur inside a fewrare fractions of life. These are moments when our soul is allowed a stroll within thetall stone walls of the prison ard.We forgot to remember the possibilit of having a life that is in touch with the soul&
Asoulul way o living
.
We live without her. And where there is no soul, everthing is dead, fro(en andmechanical. /verthing becomes arti$cial and empt, denied of its own dnamics and uice.
Without her we are alwas on the search for replacement “stimulations#& that will keepour minds o the loud void. And as the void becomes louder, the search becomesmore intense. We prefer stimulations that are overwhelming, so we won%t to feel evena shred of the soul%s void. )f we sense this void, we panic into an intense search forimmediate stimulations, in the expectation that it will dull and dim our anxiet thatawakens out of this loud void.
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