Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Bottom of the Ninth

So, then what of this life? Once this paradox is revealed and higher states of bliss are experienced through meditation, music, creativity, sex and drugs, and the futility of striving for perfection from an already perfect state is understood? Knowing that all my striving in this life will eventually lead me to a state whereby I will perhaps have wiped off some of the dust from The Shining, somewhat like revealing patches of blue sky through dark ominous clouds, and then it will be time to roll over and die. Would the knowledge of a future improved life, perhaps a clearer understanding from the very start, perhaps be the incentive needed to carry on playing the game? It would be like if one knows that the last innings of the World Series Final game will not be resolved, but the players are still required to play their hearts and souls out. That the 9th would automatically ease into the 1st again with a complete memory erasure of what had happened. The same players would have forgotten the battle from just a few moments ago and will begin anew, eager and inspired. Perhaps some, as the innings progressed, would realize that there is more to this ‘game’ than meets the eye – that the grander scheme of things will only be fully revealed to them at the very end. This was guaranteed to give no satisfaction to those who played hard, if they did not know what they were trying to win. It would perhaps make not much of a difference to those players who didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as they played the game. And then there were others who had so believed that this game was the only game that was every to be played by them and so had put all their fears and worries and hopes and desires into the outcomes of each of the innings. Interesting how it was that all were playing the same game, all having made huge assumptions about a satisfying end result, and all had somehow down the road forgotten that this was just ‘A’ game. That there would be other games, again and again. That there was no perfect game – that all games were perfect and there was no superior satisfaction from transcending the game. The ultimate bliss was when the game revealed itself to be no –thing and the player realized that it had never really been played all along – that it was just a figment of his imagination.