The proper definition of apocalypse is that of an unveiling, a disclosure or revelation of great knowledge. There are those who might call our current pandemic as an apocalypse so as to blow it out of proportion, as if to say it is the beginning of the end. And maybe it is. Either way, I feel certain we can see it as an unveiling, or at least a major part of an unveiling.
We are discovering that we maybe we don't need all the distractions, all the various covers we use to define ourselves, all the senseless activity that often serves as nothing more than a vehicle for the burning of hours and days in order that we aren't left face-to-face with our true selves. We are instead finding something that has been here all along--emptiness, the Void in all it's vacuous reality.
They are saying there's no going back to 'normal', whatever that means. I suppose there are those whose lives haven't been altered at all, but I doubt they are many. As for myself, the further we get from normal the less I miss it. I am finding something personal in the loneliness, something familiar in the fact of time, something reassuring in the uncertainty. I have to say, this is the strangest time I have ever encountered.
I have a feeling that we, or at least some of us, will actually progress in the seeming regression. I think time to sort things out, to re-prioritize, to scuttle what no longer serves us and remember, and indeed again live, simpler lives is truly a blessing in the midst of suffering and upheaval.
I don't mean to downplay the severity of the situation or to ignore the very real pain and suffering it causes. I am only acknowledging other aspects of this situation. I think some of these changes are long overdue but would have occurred with or without COVID. This just happens to be the catalyst, the ignition of unveiling so to speak. Something in all of this is speaking to us. Listen
We are discovering that we maybe we don't need all the distractions, all the various covers we use to define ourselves, all the senseless activity that often serves as nothing more than a vehicle for the burning of hours and days in order that we aren't left face-to-face with our true selves. We are instead finding something that has been here all along--emptiness, the Void in all it's vacuous reality.
They are saying there's no going back to 'normal', whatever that means. I suppose there are those whose lives haven't been altered at all, but I doubt they are many. As for myself, the further we get from normal the less I miss it. I am finding something personal in the loneliness, something familiar in the fact of time, something reassuring in the uncertainty. I have to say, this is the strangest time I have ever encountered.
I have a feeling that we, or at least some of us, will actually progress in the seeming regression. I think time to sort things out, to re-prioritize, to scuttle what no longer serves us and remember, and indeed again live, simpler lives is truly a blessing in the midst of suffering and upheaval.
I don't mean to downplay the severity of the situation or to ignore the very real pain and suffering it causes. I am only acknowledging other aspects of this situation. I think some of these changes are long overdue but would have occurred with or without COVID. This just happens to be the catalyst, the ignition of unveiling so to speak. Something in all of this is speaking to us. Listen
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