Thursday, October 21, 2010

Roberto's blog

Roberto's talk on the miserer was beautiful. I fully understand this feeling of being moved by something outside the self, though very much a part of it, and have tried to express it in writing since I as first 'visited' by it, though my representations have always been poor when held in comparison to the experience. But sometimes reading a passage later on has brought it back to me in some degree, that priceless feeling of being moved beyond the confines of the shallow self, into a greater picture, the vein of the sacrosanct I spoke of in my last blog, the animating force, the light that exists within all things, even those things we perceive to be dead, rocks, buildings of brick, the half and half creamer that runs in tiny mystical rivulets into our iced americanos, to be absorbed into the whole so that, after only a few beautiful moments we have a homogenous solution -we can no longer tell the difference between what was once two distinctly separate fluids. This is the spiritual experience that I live for, though often fall short of, getting caught up worrying about the car that ran a stop sign and almost knocked me off my bike, or the girl who keeps stopping in front of me in the grocery store, but cant here me say 'excuse me' because she's listening to her i-pod.
The point s, that the experience Roberto is talking about is so essential to maintaining our sanity, our very existence as emotionally charged human beings, that we ought to let it move us this way even if we are in a meeting. This experience is, after all, what all art strives to create! That means letting ourselves cry even if we have to explain ourselves to people. I loathe having to explain any intense experience while I am still in it, especially to those who require explanation, and I probably would have suppressed such visceral emotional explosions, had they occured in public.
Roberto didn't.
Thank you, Roberto, for allowing yourself to be moved to such a degree, not caring if someone thought you were crazy or a weepy little bitch, and that takes a bravery that should inspire us all.

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