My bookmarks always show a blank page.
I would like to say I enjoy it. That the blank, virgin, untouched wilderness is home to me. But it is in fact, very much a Foolish thing, as Crowley would say. Empty. Blank. Useless. But the key I’m looking for is the potential. Unlimited potential.
So many people live life beyond the Fool. Knowing in advance what they can and should achieve. What their jobs should pay. What their significant others should look like, and be rated on a scale of one-to-ten. People inherently live life limited. Snappy Alliteration aside, it is quite a horrible concept. To have your entire existence, and take heed, your very soul, destiny and immortal being decided upon the so-called common-knowledge of whatever silly aeon you were born to. The Fool is the alternative, and I beg you, kind serf, Lord or God…play the part of the Fool, for it is far wiser than any other role in this, or the next life.
A blank page. Already a quarter filled. See how easy it is to let foolishness turn into wisdom? Of course, wisdom is subjective, but one cannot simply subject a blank space. To do that, we must all become artists, and I hardly believe the world filled with that many of that particular type. True art is hard to find. Excuses are not, and this is not an excuse.
To become a Fool is to become truly innocent. We are so caught up in the learning and the experience that we forget the prices we pay. But like every dime we lay down, every dollar and every twenty-fold, these are things not simply spent and lost, but able to be earned back and gained once more. A man, woman or child need only to desire the kind of wealth they are to wield in this world and the next. Many combinations exist and few of them are finite. A Fool is both a pity and a kind thing. A Glorious thing. A Holy thing. To give up those experiences for the simple, unrefined truth. Perhaps it is the first step, or an understanding of that first step that drives us in the first place. How many thousand nights begin with “Why am I here?” and “Who am I” and “Who is God” and “Why do I exist?” The answers – are they lost upon birth? Or are they simply in a form that is unrecognizable at that time as the truth?
We all inherently seek. Seek status. Power. Truth. Justice. Peace. Conflict. To name all the basic, common things we strive for would take many more pages than this foolish one I have allowed myself. We have such lofty goals, and yet, so few of them are beyond the basic Human Condition. Why, who and when? Why do we do what we do? Who are we? Who is God? And When does all this become relevant? One could even wonder What, as in asking what else exists, but really to a Fool and to anyone, the things that make you ponder What Else are best wasted in times of leisure and luxury. Today. Only the Fool.
Potential. That is the key. Where the Fool becomes accepted because of your growing wisdom that you know so little, but can learn so much more. The Fool is so beautiful, protected and desired because of this one fact. That he, she or it can always learn. More. Learn more. So in your haste to prove yourself, I ask…who is the Fool? Is it you?
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