What’s the ‘other’ you’re looking for? What’s the ‘other’ that’s missing?
As long as one keeps searching for that ‘other’ most people or things become rather unpleasant. For the unpleasantness extends from the self.
It’s no longer just passing by or being around; it’s about measuring tin cans and seeing if they’ve the magic bean combo for your apocalypse.
What I mean is that everything around you transforms into this idea of “useful” and “useless” – including people – then there’s no end to it.
If everything always has to serve some function, and everything has to be measured, and it all exists outside of yourself, when do you genuinely find rest? Where’s the bus stop? Final destination? Death I suppose.
When will you find rest if you always make functions out of everything? Hamster wheels made out of meadow grass turning to wasteland…
Just line it all up! Put it all in place, today! Set your dominoes and circle it around the dinner table. No getting up, nothing else: just one flick and let it stream through the room.
When you switch modes from ‘doing’ to ‘being’ everything doesn’t seem as scary anymore. No one is out to get you and there’s nothing more to expect. People come and go and that becomes expected; so expected that, in fact, you wonder how you ever made it out to be any other way.
How useful it is to be useless.