‘Memory is not exactly the site of freedom, but the layering of identity and memory is the only basis for moving forward through time.’ (Jacqueline Rose On Not Being Able to Sleep)
The zone is that place behind the barbed wire.
Proposition 1
The first step of the journey is away from and towards home.
Proposition 2
On the journey the place (zone, if you like) of transformation has to be opened up, entered, embraced and the work completed.
Is this distasteful to you?
The volume of the music stayed the same although I expected it to get louder. Much louder.
Do you always behave like this? Is this what you do?
The path of transformation is littered with wrecks. Twisted metal. And rats. Scavengers. And as always the promises of politicians.
I have to say, I just wanted a quiet life. Nothing special. But then. But then other things intervened. I suppose what I mean is other people intervened. Or should that be other, extraneous ideas or if you like, thoughts. Because.
Well because boundaries can be fluid – people and ideas interpenetrate.
Just because there are 6 billion of us, doesn’t let any of us off the hook. And when the hook pulls it hurts and when it hurts we have to do something about it. I have little tolerance for pain. It pulls me towards action of some sort. Is this pain sufficient for me to take an aspirin? Or even to go along to my local GP surgery demanding surgery?
Or get back on the road?
Shivering, apparently, is allowed, even encouraged. On the other hand death is frowned upon. Though there is a time and a place for everything. Endings are generally held to be difficult. A cessation of consciousness is rarely helpful.
Stay mindful the Buddha of the road had a habit of saying. So why didn’t we nail him to the cross?
‘If we can say that language is circumscribed by doubt, is there a way of placing that insight at the heart of our politics?’ (Jacqueline Rose On Not Being Able to Sleep).