Questioning ( Thanks Bert )

Who is this I?
How free is this question?
What is will,
and who is being the will.
Who identifies with it and why.

“What do I want?” comes out of a desire to know myself.
Will and desire are closely intertwined.
The will follows, or does not follow a desire.
A desire seeks to find pleasure,
In this case a pleasure to know.
A desire seeks to avoid pain,
In this case the pain of indecisiveness.

“What do I want?” is a very important question.
Ask yourself this question, and you will see that extra conditions will appear:
What do I want now?
What do I want in/from life?
What do I want in love?
What do I want to be?
What do I want to have, to experience?
… and so on …

Questioning my own desire, this is.

And answers might not necessarily come with ease, even not at all.
Perhaps the answer lies in the unknown, perhaps in the eternal unknown.
Is there anything beyond mental unknown?
Is there a subject, beyond mind or next to mind that wants to know?

Is the question “What do I want?” an expression of free will?

There is a freedom in knowledge. Knowledge gives an insight into possibilities. Knowledge is power! And we want to be powerful, and make the right decisions. So how free are we not to go for knowledge?

Acquiring knowledge itself might become a habit or even an addiction.
There is no freedom in habits, neither is there freedom in addiction.

How free are we to acquire knowledge about self?
Are we not destined to do so by being conscious?
Does not a four year old ask her father:
“If I were you, and you were me, how would things be?”

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Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

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This leaden distance, the zinc plate of the sea

You could travel on it

To the shores of Norway.

The blood halts its course

At the edge.

The water is icy.   The buildings

Bow low to the sea,

Overhang it, prostrate themselves.   Heroes,

Unrussian, protestant,

Long ago died here

For their faith, king and country.    The ruined castle,

Crumbling away,

Slides into the sea,   You hear

The hungry seagulls cry.   In the north

Winter days are soon over.   Stooping

Structures, like heroes of old,

Are frozen forever.   Spires

Probe the leaden sky.

Thousands

Of years they will stand here,

Unmoving.

 

The wind has dropped.   The houses

Have thrust their root into the ground. Absolute

Silence

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