"Basically when we try to talk about it, it’s absurd.
It can’t be said –
and yet everything we’re saying is relevant and meaningful and profoundly so.
But it itself is its most eloquent spokesperson,
and its statement is the most elegant statement.
And its statement is non-verbal.
Its statement is THIS, this actuality, this presence.
Translating it into human language is really very absurd.
It’s fun and it’s arguably useful, but it comes in a distant second."
~ Peter Brown in This That Is
So why am I trying to talk and write about This?
I'm honestly not sure. It's a question I've been wrestling with for a few years now.
Until now, I’ve mostly been content sitting with This on my own and occasionally sharing it in quiet conversations with the few like-minded humans who have crossed my path.
But there seems to be a "yes" for attempting some kind of expression...and so here we are.
I'm not sure if it's just a phase that will burn out quickly, or if I'll be here for a while. We'll just see how it goes.
I'm not a teacher, a writer, or an expert.
None of this—writing, speaking, or being public—comes easily for me.
But I know there are at least a handful of people who, like me, want to discover for themselves what This is. Like, for real. Not the dogma or the jargon or the philosophies. The Real thing.
Maybe I have a few reflections—some glimpses, fragments of insight—that might resonate with those rare few.
So as absurd, uncomfortable, and vulnerable as this all feels, welcome ... to whatever this will be and to wherever we end up going.
Yes! The real thing which can look any way it wants including no conclusions. Just juicy life living.