The urge.

But you can call it what you want.

‘Eidolon’ was Walt Whitman’s term for it, Schopenhauer went with the simple ‘will,’ Henri Bergson preferred ‘elan vital.’ As I’ve said before: don’t get hung up on words, particularly words used to denote living attributes or processes. We’re firmly in the realm of poetry here, deploying language to describe or elucidate what forever wriggles free of our feeble efforts at communication. Life!

It motivates me to write these soon to be viral posts, and you to read them. It is the well-spring of everything we are and the fountain source of everything out there we so cavalierly call ‘Nature.’

It is the sap rising in the trees of spring, the upthrust of each blade of grass, the ecstatic delight in a toddler exploring the wonder of a dandelion gone to seed or the endless fascination provided by a muddy puddle.

Thwarted, dammed up, it is the black anger and misery of tatted up goth young women and the violent destructiveness of unsocialized young men.

It is Life!

I suppose you could say the Omphalos Cafe is a call to all those who would be Life dam busters!

Got a ‘deep’ question? Fire away at omphaloscafe@gmail.com. Let’s have some fun with it!