They say that if you stare too much into the Abyss, the Abyss starts staring back at you.
They say that like it was a bad thing.
In a week which has brought a mass of anti-ANC criticism from citizens of all walks of South African life, and in a time when we may truly be having to say fare-thee-well to a man of great integrity, I’ve been taking every opportunity to gaze into the Void.
And not just gaze.
There’s a point in the practice of meditation and Remembering (well, let’s be more precise – there’s a point in my practice of meditation and Remembering) when you stop gazing and start entering.
That’s when you start becoming the Void.
It’s not something I am able to English. Indeed, I think most humans have difficulty putting words around the experience.
But amidst the slanging matches and real grievances of a suffering populace, among the fears of a nation, among the quibbles about what is and is not the start of Winter (hint: OED entry for Midwinter refers 🙂 ) , in between the flash floods and Monsoon ravages and rampaging citizenry and all the hurt and anger and hiding and denial….there’s this..Place.
Where you may join your beloved Dead, and every other soul who has ever trod this incarnation.
The Abyss staring into, and becoming, You.