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“No matter what forms we observe, but particularly in the organic, we shall find nowhere anything enduring, resting, completed, but rather that everything is in a continuous motion.”—Goethe
Everything, particularly in the organic living world, is in a continuous motion. That continuous motion, that Flow, is what I’ve called The Great Passing Through. From one generation to the next, on and on and on. The impulse, the urge, the eidolon as Walt Whitman put it, the will, the ātman, call it whatever you want only don’t get hung up on the words but try to envision and above all FEEL that which is Flowing Through you and is in all Truth your actuality.
That’s where I have a hard time with school, pretty much every school. For school excels in what Goethe termed the “enduring, resting, completed,” and fails miserably at evoking the wonder at that which is in continuous motion. School and its practitioners puff themselves up as they combine and recombine hard inanimate “enduring, resting, and completed” ideational stones into ever more ‘ingenious’ arrays, while the Truth of continuous motion is utterly ignored and left out of their equations.
Today it’s as if the Flow, the continuous motion of Life, has been dammed up behind a huge rampart of ideational stones. But make no mistake, cracks are appearing everywhere in the giant dam of Western learning and science and the waters of Life are leaking through.
Here at the Cafe we’re all for the releasing of the waters, lest the dam bursts entirely, resulting in a catastrophic flood.
Was it James Joyce, or maybe Henry Miller, who once wrote “I love everything that flows?”
Could have been either.