No two are the same
The other night I was somewhere where a wonderful person asked a lot of questions.
I find I'm not really interested in questions. This person is brilliant and very kind, and these were intelligent questions. There I was, not caring about her questions or the answers. But, of course, all of it was important to her.
She kept layering her questions. Every response led to another question, and she wanted layer after layer of clarification.
Let's just say for the sake of argument, that her questions were about poetry.
So I was saying to myself: What do we care about all the details. All we need to know, we know. It's GOOD. This poem is GOOD. Poetry is GOOD. It's GOOD. That's all I need to know.
Then I was thinking, if the questions were about the moon, would I feel the same way? Yes, I think I would. I know the moon intimately. When I am outside walking at night, the moon follows me. The moon is white and beautiful. I already know that the moon is made of cheese and reflects the light of the sun!
And then I thought, if the questions were about the tide, would I be interested? It's probably enough for me to know that the moon pulls the ocean water, and that that motion is called tide. I love the mystery of it.
And if the questions were about the galaxies of stars, would I be interested? I might. A little. But not too much. Too much knowledge might spoil the stars for me.
When I visited in Zion National Park, I was interested that the water that seeped through the rocks -- well, it took four thousand years for the water to seep through! I do wonder how someone knows that.
People interest me. I can't get over the fact that every single one of us that is or ever was is unique. No two alike. Ever. Amazing.
Words and books and stories and blogs interest me. The bank of words in any language has a limit, and yet the way words are put together is infinite. How can that be?
What interests you?
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I am interested in the heart of people, which lies behind the words. For some time now I have had great problems in communicating with people at the surface (word) level, because it doesn't seem real to me. I would like to communicate directly at the deeper levels, and I often find that I have nothing to say at the superficial level. There is such beauty in the heart of every single person that if we truly were to live only from that level, the Kingdom of God would already be here on Earth. Actually, the Kingdom of God IS already here, in our hearts, we just need to peel off all the layers that cover it.
The creative power that arranges words is infinite. Would words be the clay for thoughts?
Music too is a language.
Writing and speaking are two languages on their own. So if we have 1000 languages in our world, it really means we have 2000 languages.
Think of the seven notes, only seven, and all the music produced by them.
What am I interested in? I don't know. I could more easily say in what I am not. My problem is banality, I cannot stand common speaking. So, very little to enjoy is left.
I am utterly interested in that flash in someone eyes. I love passion and intelligence, not always politically correct ( almost never).
For me this is love, at least that kind of love I love.
I am interested in nothing. I can enjoy myself with many things. I can learn new things seriously. I can hear stupidities no more, you understand, I don't refer to other's ideas. I can think to recite no more. I am really interested in nothing.
Today there is a thick fog here. But at midday some ray of sun sprouds and the fog was crystallized and thrown down in a myriad of small rainbows. This is what bewitch me. Perhaps the only thing that could interested me is to see a smile in the eyes of people.
I don't remember when it started, but I seem to be growing more superficial with every passing year. I would never call you superficial, Señora (unless you understand it's a compliment), but my interests seem to be largely the same as yours: pretty much everything, only without -ology. Moon without moonology (I don't even care to know what kind of cheese), tide without tidology, grass without grassology, bees without beeology – you get the meaning. Language, yes, but without -antics as in semantics. Music. All of nature. And humans. It can be tricky with humans, especially when they are friends, because they always seem to want to talk -ology which is to say: a b o u t things. So you talk -ology with them, waiting for those precious moments that have no about or where -ology is absolutely secondary to the joy of togetherness.
Oh, wait, the minute after posting my reply, I found a new piece of moon wisdom that may be worth talking about. It's from Heaven #1665:
How beautiful is the Moon, that white boat in the sea of the sky. From what was the Moon formed if not from the same Unmanifest as you? What energy of Mine created the Moon in all its splendor? From what Silence was its silence created? Whither wanders the Moon, and what is it saying from its port in the night-star-studded sky?
Of course Nature and Music and Art and the silent Moon. They all seduce me, far more than an interest, I am lost in them.
Beloved Jochen, the quotation you gave about the moon may be my most favorite one now. Thank you.
Aha! I had an aha moment just now...I find that I have had very little to say to folks over the course of my lifetime and they have frequently wondered if I was 'stuck up'. No, never. My folks were always after me to 'talk'. Have always been just a bit shy and now if the conversation seems banal to me, I really have nothing to say. Especially if it's gossip or negative speak. Or if I have complete opposite opinions (a frequent occurence lol) and I know that it would make no difference at all to air them in the conversation other than to stir up controversy. And I am so not interested in that! I want more than He said, She said and whining and complaining or discussing something to death.
Now, start talking to me about your discoveries in your spirituality or how I am feeling about life or the grandkids or my current passion, and I have lots to say. Talk to me about how beautiful the world is we live in or how wonderful it is to have the life you do. Tell me about the funny things your kids did or the kisses your kitty gives you. Anything that puts out love in life is what interests me. But, it seems there are few in my world interested in what I am so I am quiet most of the time.
So you weren't interested in her passion for disection and that is fine! It is her passion, not yours. Too bad she was oblivious lol.
My passion is the beautiful SEA calm, or wild, both beautiful. Nature simce I retired. Not Gardening nothing grows at sea but Kelp and then you are to close to shore. I see the banana's growing just looking up from my keyboard. My live is beautiful full of love. But enough I might bore you so Love to you ALL Jack
How I love everyone's comments!
Beloved Dorothy, in fairness to the person, she was asking her questions at a formal meeting. She did just what she had every right to do. She was there to express her questions and her interests and not to be influenced by my preferences. I was behind her, so I'm sure she never had any idea of what I was feeling, and I hope she never will!
Beloved Jack, the SEA! I live in landlocked Iowa!
Beloved Emila, lost in such wonderful things. Yes, what can we do but be lost in them.
Beloved Patrizia, we have everything, so what else is there to go after?!!
Beloved One, yes, and actually a language for every person!
And, beloved Jochen, you open doors and windows.
Love, Gloria