 Originally Posted by Spamtek
I kept on thinking about Blake's songs of innocence and experience going down this topic, and sure enough-! Here he is to save the day.
Nobody understands me when I say I want to be a professional amateur. I want to live up to that word's origins - "one who loves" - I don't want to turn the things I appreciate in this world into work, with collections of formulas for success, deadlines and enyclopedic knowledge about the subject at hand.
The joy of life is in getting to places, not in having gotten to them. I wish my experience with everything I love could be the first time, every time - but that's not how life works, not unless you have anterograde amnesia. Habituation is the rule we play by, and no matter how enthusiastically anyone on these boards protests, the 100th LD will never be anything like the first, it will be no fraction as beautiful or full of wonder. This isn't to say that LDing ever becomes outright worthless as a pursuit... but as you set yourself into patterns, as you navigate the waters and chart the territory, the mystery vanishes. The boundless potential of what you could do sinks into the dull definition of what you did do. There are still things to see and do, but experience allows you to predict better what they might be - and with that certainty of the territory, you lose your enchantment.
Maybe that's a little depressing all told... I don't know. You'd think that of all things, an art that allows you to explore anywhere, do anything at anytime in whatever manner you wish, could never possibly develop boundaries under which the magic sinks away. I very much hope everything I've just said is wrong.[/b]
Yah Blake was superfly, I need to buy his complete works.
I think everything you just said is right. Your post reminded me of something I read about meditation, I wish I could remember where and who said it. It was something on the lines of, "Imagine every single breath is your very first and very last.", completely new, free from the past and free from the future. I know whoever it was is Buddhist, and Buddhist philosophy in a nutshell is that we are unsatisfied because we cling to things which are necessarily either in the past or the future, so we never truly experience the true present although we think we do. Our desire to repeat a previous experience or whatever chains us to it, and because it simply can never be repeated in exactly the same way, it no longer exists, we are dissapointed.
So yes, it is depressing, because we do this habitually without realising, but Buddhism holds that by getting used to the state of mind that Blake alludes to in the quote, we can let go of the chains that bind us to the ground, spread our wings and soar in eternity's sunrise.
The first step of course is to 'simply' recognise the fact that "He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy" because how can we cure the illness without a diagnosis of what it is first.
A bit like lucid dreaming really...
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