Tag: Language

I Sleep

There is a strange place within me, there where the word Self tries to point something out. That place of stillness and calm where I am with myself and look out for the Self. A place deep in the heart, free of ties to the outside world, a place where being alone feels right. No expectations are active there; other people are certainly present in memory or in thought, but they have no influence. That place where the word Self…

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Dakshinamurti

I woke from a nightmare at four in the morning. I was talking with Will in Apt about a strange disturbance in my perception of time. I described how time broke into fragments and some were simply missing. These were seconds or minutes, and while I tried to immerse myself in time to describe it better, everything went black. I cried for help, I was blind, and woke up. It was another of those dreams in which I seemed to…

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At the beginning was the word

Yesterday I had a long conversation about the origin of thought. What comes first, the words or the thoughts? Of course there are very different forms of thinking. A visual, musical, analytical, synthetic, performative thinking, etc… There is thinking on the level of intuition, there is thinking in memory, there is vision and inspiration. There are so many kinds of thinking. What is thinking? Who is thinking when thinking? How is it different from consciousness? Much within my consciousness is…

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What May Art Do?

Here in Auroville, the people in charge of Bharat Nivas recently removed a play from the program. The reason given was that some in the community had taken offense at it, even before it was performed. This raises questions. What may art do, when is a ban justified? Bound up with this, of course, is the question: what is the task of art, what should art do? The question invites reflection on the role of art in general, here in…

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