Every weekday I both read, and do not read, the homily written in black felt tip pen on the glass walls of one of the exco’s offices.
I don’t read it on my way to the smokers’ balcony and I do read it on the way back.
Do or do not – there is no try it says.
Yoda, Yoda, Yoda…tsk tsk tsk. That is not a particularly enlightened thing to say.
But we not only accept these little sound bites, we veritably build our world around them. These words put into the mouth of a supposedly wise fictional movie character are arrant nonsense. Yet we cement them into our world view, thereby giving them a reality and force out of all proportion to their ability to describe reality.
And they become for many people a reality all of their own – or a least a static brick in the wall of illusion we build for ourselves.
I am so tempted, every weekday, to make alterations in the scribed aphorism to bring it into closer alignment with Who We Really Are. Thus:
Do and do not – there is no duality.
Pic: It’s a Bustard, isn’t it?