It has been said it is time to write.
Already I feel the neurons constricting. The face muscles contorting.
“Shut up!” is the message. The whys left unspecified.
And so, a recurring subplot in the stream of micro-events I call “my life” is the conflict between the “write now” character and the “shut up!” character.
Left out of the erudite conversation is the issue facing most thoughtful creators of all stripes: is there anything of significance which needs to be expressed?
This has always been an issue facing the artist. Today the issue is made complex by the fact that our audiences are faced with mega-info-overload. Five hundred satellite TV channels, a bizillion blogs, a million magazines, and on and on and on…
The mega-info-glut presents two problems: 1) doesn’t it seem likely that everything worth saying has been said, dozens of times over? 2) Even if I stumble upon a tremendously fresh new insight, and manage to write it up in an interesting, competent manner, how in the world is anyone going to find it?
It seems to me a much more useful application of my time and energy is seducing people into the world of not-expressing: that is, into the various spiritual disciplines which, when practiced diligently, take the participant into realms beyond the mind, beyond language, beyond thought, and beyond expression.
The mystics down through the ages have always been engaged in this seduction. These days, it has become apparent to me that the only truth which needs to be expressed is the truth that non-expression — that is, silence — is what is truly needed in each of our lives.
So count my little essay as another Zen “finger pointing toward the moon.” I have to use words to direct you, dear reader, towards the place residing beyond all words.
Find this place and abide there: allow it to nourish you and shower you with wisdom, bliss, and peacefulness.