Friday, 24 August 2012

Something...

When the work that you do increases, so does your capacity to give it your best. If your best is measured by others, it no longer remains the best. The best of you is the best that you measure. Gauged by others, is gauged without distinction or merit. Masters of all that pervades your life shall eternally be the ones that shall decipher your worth. My worth when declared to me personally by another is an embarrassment for me. Acknowledging it would be the epitome of arrogance; showing acceptance, rudeness. Pretence of humility shall ever be caught in its moment.

Trouble me not with such occurrence. I am capable enough of recognizing it. Challenge me then with truth and sincerity! How would I imagine in deciphering it? Simple! I read a face with certain dexterity and design. I know not how, but I know!
Praise is often made with subject within hearing. It would be its silence that would be greatly more effective. Do not waste time and energy in the belligerence of learning your good. That you already know. I would prefer continued work, to any kind of time spent on wasteful research about human behaviour.

When passion rules all the waves that slap against the edges of the ocean, remember that the wave does return - back into the waters of its existence. Passionate deliverance to your work shall and will come back to you, like the waters of the ocean. The ocean, the larger and more generous body, which welcomes and devours you in the purity of its vastness, almost insignificantly, shall remain the largest symbol of all that sympathetically accepts all that gets trashed into it. Many comment on it and on its benevolence. Would the ocean really be informed of the measures of absurdity that pours into it. I would think not. Impurity would bring change, a change in its configuration. But no. It perpetually remains the color of the blue in the sky. Rivers change, as do lakes and seas and bays, but not the immense three quarters occupied dimension of the Earth.

When many concerned, talk of the wretchedness and rigors of work and its ugly repercussions on body and health, I give attentive audience. But within me I do know that were it to be not so, it would not be so. A commitment is as passionate and valuable and strong as that understanding between a man and woman, when they become husband and wife - you never carry the credentials of your link, you merely announce, and the other merely believes. It is the most well guarded moral verbiage that exists between two humans of opposite structure. What is the ritual of the church priest as he announces your life long togetherness in Christian faith and belief ? What then the seven steps around the gods of flames on the chanting of the pundits in Hindu rites ? What of the three words of acceptance across a shielded veil between two when you come together in holy matrimony in Muslim and Islamic faith ? What of the sharing of sliced blood from each others veins in acceptance of marriage in some African tribes ?

They are all designed procedures that, when made in the presence of many members of family and friends, and at times through Governmental paper registration, bring promise and evidence of the bodies that join.

Does a material ring on the designated finger, or a thread across the neck of decorated woman confirm the alliance. Is that all that is required to justify such ? In many eyes perhaps yes. In mine, it is the promise and commitment of understanding, that has its weight beyond all.

The worth to the understanding between two of differing, is to me the true test of continuance. That understanding shall remain forever mine - unpolluted, unharmed and with unmitigated promise.

When this understanding and promise has a life now of almost 40 years, does or will it ever demand a period of rest. Rest from its rigors and its perennial presence ?
Why then must I be made to consider any other form ? The marriage between two individuals of opposite gender, in most cases - the social paranoia notwithstanding, is a matter of understanding commitment. For me then all forms of commitment seem similar. Whether in choosing a partner, or in regular commit to the word promised, my work …

Love...

DiL

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