When mom blew out the light it
suddenly became dark in the room and the child asked spontaneously: where did
it go? Who can answer that? Why does it lie within our nature to ask questions?
Maybe it is more secure to avoid, to
go out of the way, instead of to face and to explore. On the other hand we
develop knowledge through exploring and studying that makes it possible for us
to controll aspekts of reality that scare us, or to avoid them.
Fear is a big factor, but so is curiosity.
Greatest is love, is what is said, and that is surely true, since love is in
one way or another involved with the original cause, with our comming into
beeing in this world.
Now that we are here: what do we do
with this truth? (We could always pretend not to be here, but that will never
be more than a superficial lie and will fast become boring, should we insist.)
So we are here, caused by an
original love that drives us to grow, get to know the world and reality, and
that makes us curious and open. At the same time we feel fear that drives us to
controll and to close ourselves. We hide and construct powerplays,
manipulation, pretend we are entitled to exclusivity.
Where did the light go?
If the unknown knocks at the door,
who will dare to open it?
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