A poet wrote, « life
on the doorstep of the Absolute… »
But…
What if there is no doorstep.
What if everything is street-level.
You don’t need a special pass or a ticket to enter. No reservations necessary.
It’s your life, and you have the best seat in the house today.
I am soo happy
Indeed:
There is no barrier.
We are the only barrier keeping us away from what is, from ourselves.
The Gateless Barrier is not somewhere else.
That’s why we can’t find it when we search for it.
Is that what you are saying?
Absurd Absolute – Absolute Absurde
(installation 1986)
The still point where opposites are just both sides of the same coin.
The absolute as a projection of our linear "goal"-thinking in time?
The most sophisicated confirmation of ourself? in a spiritual way…
"The unbareble lightness of being"…