The virtues of the flame
[i]In a time of fire
When the world is in turmoil,
When the elements are being churned up
In a dance of chaos,
The virtues are blown to the winds.
The word imprints upon the mind
But the spirit desires to break it’s bond,
And only when the air is still
Can the flower bloom.[/i]
I was just watching a documentary about Confucius, he lived in such a time of fire and exposed virtues in a philosophical attempt to bring calm and order to the world. The world though, will always arrive in a time of chaos and then in a time of calm, it’s vigour is greater than any exponent of it’s death.
In Britain’s history there was a time without writing, they knew of writing and in Gaul used Greek for official and commercial purposes. I think that to the ancient Britons, words were seen as an affront to their spirit, after all you must read this, it will make a shape in your mind, and is not unlike magic symbols in that.
Endless repetition of words is a mind numbing punishment ~ why? Because the mind is not unlike the fire and it desires to flow freely, and to not be subdued.
Cast against the fire all teachings are meaningless, and it is only in the time of peace after the fire that they may take affect.
Why fight the fire?
Take down those advertising boards, make writing hidden. Don’t listen to people, but find ‘ren’ [humanity] in the true nature of spirit and stop following leaders. You are just as capable of leading yourself, for another to suggests otherwise is an affront to your intellect and it’s spirit as it eternally forges in the fire. This in it’s purest form is not an arrogance, the fire is temporary and impermanent, and there is no particular flame.
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