SR#25 Cold Snap

The temperature plummeted. At dusk when we were on the road to the Ancient City, we even came across a flurry of hail. Right, Way and I met at the station and we went back to the City together. On my balcony, we continued our talk, recapping what we had talked about, thought and experienced in 2020.

Life poses questions ever, through all phases of life. No sooner we just have an epiphany about what has long bothered us than a new problem will be thrown in our way. I used to feel like a nihilist facing such an eternal cycle. Now when I am examining this situation again, I think I was right but was also mistaken in not pushing the thinking a step further. As I just said, life should not be purely trouble-shooting: we solve a problem life throw us and we move on to the next one. This is of course part of life, even a huge part; but meaning-wise, there is a grave flaw in such a stimulus-response life mode. And we’ve already seen the result: modern anxiety, depression, loneliness and souls deep in consumerism that has evolved into an unprecedented level of style or form.

Language is at once so powerful a tool, in terms of helping us think, and a trap that could confuse us or lead us on. I think that’s why meditation is so important. We talk to ourselves in mindful silence, which might be called meditation; once we open our mouth, our consciousness and our ego activated like an eagle pouncing on anything that could glamorize or add to them, we shatter the silence and we relapse into our pursuits, aimless and unsatiable.

Naval Ravikant said of meditation in thorough terms: meditation is the art of doing nothing. It is so peculiar and yet worthwhile a way of expressing mindfulness. I prefer “mindfulness”, though. It might generate queries in us: what sort of art here is Naval talking about? A good question, but should be reserved and handed over to ourselves. We as modern human beings should compete the art for ourselves and compete the art on a unique and individual level.

All questions around “meaning” have their answers hidden in one individual life experience or another, and that’s why, I think, we have a hard time finding common answers and even paths to so-called answers.

Again, language is perilous: when we try to construct a rigorous system of discourse and concepts, chances are we will find the system pulverize by torrents of life. This might explain Xiang biao’s “take ourselves as the method”.

I’ve been keeping honing my language by updating this blog site or doing oral drills on a daily basis. In fact, up until a few months ago or even a few days ago, I did not know really why I should do so, except that I know I have to keep my only legacy from my college years. However, these days, I found that my speaking grew clearer and a deeper and wider language world stretching in front me and with such a bit change, I had a rude awakening (of course, as I had written in one of my previous posts, it is not worth sharing but better kept to myself) that when our end and our means merge as one, we make a real difference: our process is itself our result.

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