When our head is placed where sunshine never falls, better not to comment on the weather…
It doesn’t matter to me if someone is stupid. It matters to me if they don’t know they’re stupid, because then they’re dangerous. Once we know we’re stupid, when we know our ignorance, this is the beginning of practical knowledge: knowing who and what we are.
An opinion is useless. Our experience is substantial. A considered view based on our own direct experience, shaped by clear criteria, is subjective. But it is real. At a certain point, what is real for me is very close to what is real for all of us: this is objective.
For this I must be present.
To know our absence is terrifying. For me, in a flash – seeing Fripp doesn’t exist. Directly experiencing our absence, knowing this for a fact in our experience, how to move to presence? This is a burning question, a matter of life or death.
Firstly, we find someone who has been here before.
Secondly, we work with others who share and hold the same burning necessity.
Thirdly, we establish a practice which, in time, provides an interior structure to hold us in place during excellent times, strange times, times in between when nothing seems to be happening at all: an interior architecture that supports our participation in society.
The good news: this is entirely practical. Just like learning an instrument so that Music may enter our world. That easy, that hard.
As easy as playing Fracture…
