Once Upon A Time..

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We see happiness with cynicism. We have lost our romanticism, our idealism and our dreams when it comes to the positive. Nothing is perfect. This cynicism came forth in most cases, and certainly in mine, through repeated encounters with pain. Pain that would leave us devastated and dying. Growing up, and trying to deal with the numerous pains, we realise that no matter how hard the blow - we are still standing. We start to view unhappiness with cynicism, as the destruction that it so promises when it first hits us, never arrives. For a brief while, we remain idealistic about love and pleasure and cynical and strong about the painful. Until slowly the same thinking/feeling process that doesn’t allow the bad to become “the end of our world”, also strips the good of its perfection capability. And we fall into a peaceful, calm state of being where neither heaven nor hell exist. We call this wisdom.

Yet we quite often miss the foolish dreams we accidentally threw out. We miss our ideals, we miss holding someone or something as potentially perfect.

One day while we tread carefully and calmly upon the earth something attacks again and hell is looking at us straight in the eyes. The life-threatening dragon of nothingness is breathing down our face and we sweat, panic and shiver. We’ve lost our wisdom, we’ve let our guard down, we let our ego take over… We scold ourselves for going back to the primitive state of anxiety over a monster that exists only in fairytales. And there it is… The magic key word. A Fairytale. If the monster exists again, so does the prince and princess. If this big bad wolf can eat us alive, then the happily ever after can also be around the corner.

Can wise people ever experience the enthusiasm of a child again?

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No, never.

Once a man steps a foot in ‘Wisdom’, or ‘Truth’, or ‘God’, or ‘Good’, he can never turn back. He is cursed with an unbelievable knowledge.

For everybody else, the vast majority of the world with their head in the sand, no great ambition, and no great notion of truthfulness/authenticity, they believe what they are told, from Philosophers, Scientists, Religious, Politicians. It makes no difference. They are not ‘thinkers’ or ‘leaders’ of their own destiny. Only the Wise, are. Only the Wise will make the necessary sacrifices toward an ideal of truth, worthy of speaking or listening.

It is a profound devotion; it is a profound ability of very, very, very few great men.

All the rest, those ones you’ve never heard or read about throughout history. They are nobodies, ants, insects. Nobody notices them. Nobody cares for them. They are as insignificant as a grain of sand on a beach. Nobody pays attention to the Unwise, because, they really are not worth noticing except to the Wise alone.

Consider all that you see of light. It is from the sun, the moon, or the stars. But what about all that other darkness. That is where the Wise live, inside that darkness. Everybody else only sees what is in front of them. They see the light from the sun but nothing else, not even other stars. Yet, like fools, they trust in the stars. They trust in chance, unreason, and astrology, to make sense of their lives and the words they speak. They use nothing to investigate purpose. They use belief to insulate their soft mush brains from the cold, harsh, hard reality outside.

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Perhaps this is relevant:

Comet Fairy Tale

part 2

part 3

Apologies for the immature and poorly articulated self-indulgence in it all… so childish, I know. :blush: Just a nobody here. Ain’t nobody but nobodies, boddy. :laughing:

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There are some who do, but at what cost? If you ever find a way other than the way I know of, please let me know.

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^^

oops, wrong Part 2. Nice blast from the past, though.

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i can come up with many ways…you can always get into chess…theres more possibilities on the board than the amount of atoms in the universe- that gives enough room for enthusiasm to say the least- especially a one minute lightning game with over 75 moves- its exciting and forces you to use your brain intensely

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You seem to idealise idealisation, which reminds me of this post of mine: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100412100113AAQSots.

Over the past eight years or so, I’ve often marvelled at the apparently inexhaustible well of ideals within my soul; and at the world for providing me again and again with people and things capable of being idealised. But once one realises this source, one indeed becomes ‘wise’: one can no longer be shattered by disillusionment about one’s ideals. But one also becomes wise, without quotation marks: innocent in one’s cynicism, one regains the enthusiasm of the child—but now not about things or people, but about the ground of all things and people.

[size=95]He who hates not light, nor busy activity, nor even darkness, when they are near, neither longs for them when they are far;
Who unperturbed by changing conditions sits apart and watches and says ‘the powers of nature go round’, and remains firm and shakes not;
Who dwells in his inner self, and is the same in pleasure and pain; to whom gold or stones or earth are one, and what is pleasing and displeasing leave him in peace; who is beyond both praise and blame, and whose mind is steady and quiet;
Who is the same in honour or disgrace, and has the same love for enemies or friends, who surrenders all selfish undertakings—this man has gone beyond the three [i.e., light, busy activity, and darkness].
And he who with never-failing love adores me and works for me, he passes beyond the three powers and can be one with Brahman, the ONE.
For I am the abode of Brahman, the never-failing fountain of everlasting life. The law of righteousness is my law; and my joy is infinite joy.
[The Bhagavad Gita 14:22-27, translation Mascaró.][/size]

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Thank you, Sauwelios. I think I knew that long ago, but had forgotten.
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