The content of the mind is a
product of time, of that which usually is called development and cultivation;
it is a product of thousand experiences, a gigantic accumulation of knowledge,
of memories; therefore an aspect of Man as a historical being.
The mind is in that degree
loaded with the past.
The past is based on the
images in time, both the personal, collective and universal images; the
reservoir, from where we get all our belief and knowledge.
All knowledge originates from
the past, all experience is the past, and all memory is the accumulated result
of thousand experiences – this is the known, your perspective.
When it is seen, that the mind
must be silent, then the mind actually
When you realize the truth that
it is only the silent mind, which can see clearly, yes, then your mind strangely
enough becomes silent.
It is as seeing a danger and
Because when it is seen, that
the mind must be completely silent, then
the mind actually becomes silent.
And if it then can listen
without interpretations, without that your prejudices intervene in order to
distort – listens as you perhaps listen to a bird, which sings, without commenting
and giving a name.
The thought is necessary on
some levels, but when the thinking in philosophical sense projects itself as
the past and the future, and produces anxiety as well as secureness, the mind is
becoming absent, and the inevitable result hereof is unreality, emptiness,
boredom and ennui.
So in philosophical sense the
thought must rest, so that the anxiety in existential sense can stop.
Our common everyday thinking
is a self-producing way of thinking, it is the whole of the mind´s stream of
words, images, feelings, sensations, intuitions, inner monologues, comments,
logical reasoning, memories, plans, etc. etc.,
- which all are about becoming something and achieving something, and
which therefore is controlled by the will to power.
This way of thinking is not
renewing itself, but is repeating the same themes again and again, because it
is not completed, not finished.
It is the eternal recurrence
of the same, where you preserve the thoughts in a linguistic form.
Where the experience of the
meeting in the unreal life is characterized by, that emptiness and loss slide
in between, and create reflections, displacement and darkness, then the
experience of the meeting in the real life is characterised by fulfilment,
middle and light.
Why do we not commit suicide
in a meaningless world devoid of both faith in reason and faith in God?
What will you as a Life Artist
do when you ask this question?
It can´t be asked by people,
who have arranged themselves comfortably with familiar ideals, with a bit of
money, and which are extremely respectable and mediocre.
If people of that kind at all
ask questions, then they interpret them from their personal need of
But because this is a highly
human, common problem, which affects all of life, the rich and the poor, the
young and the old, why do we then live in this monotonous, meaningless way, go
to the office, work in a laboratory or in a factory in forty years, put a few children
in the world, bring them up after absurd precepts, and then die?