Ageless Age with Edge

Ageless Age with Edge
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Wednesday 28 December 2016

‘I’m a simple guy.’ ‘I’m a simple girl.’ I don’t believe you.

‘I’m a simple guy.’ ‘I’m a simple girl.’ I don’t believe you.

When it comes to 'simplicity,' I agree with others who've said it, that it's treasureable.

Most people don't take pleasure in The Complicated, and that includes complex communication. The weight of reflection is pleasure for the weightlifter. But agony for the levitater. The written word can feel light or may frighten when heavy.
But what is simplicity? What does it mean to say something is simple? Real simplicity means purity of form, undiluted insight, and thorough irreduceableness. It is something hard and beautiful and uncompromising. Simplicity isn't reducing other's reactions to what you or they want: that's commercial prostitution, not communication.

Simplicity and complexity are opposite sides of the same coin. It’s a rare trinket, one only rarely bulging our purses. Perhaps we don’t treasure such riches, and I wonder why.

For most of my countrymen, 'simplicity' means quick fixes, happy echoes, vagueness, tightlippedness, and oversimplification. But there is little value in all that ... except playing avoidant. Could it be that a desire for supposed simplicity is a disguised desire for ‘safety?’ I think such people are in danger, in grave danger of never growing strong, never knowing another human being, never knowing joy.

I think the purest moments lived are nuanced and detailed, distilled into something radiating movement, wholeness, and synergistic form, something as simple as a triangle, circle, spiral or wave....

Interrelatedly, I've noticed that drama-adverse people struggle with the idea that life is a complex and not a simplex. People who 'Don't Do Drama' are always going around creating it. They are irresponsible toward others, cheat themselves of life-training moments, lack experience in dealing with pain, sorrow, force, love and conflict; they are give-it-to-me-now, attention-deficient, tunnelvisioned bundles of anxiety. They flee only what they need most, same as I do.

The escapist demands to be king and queen and ruler of all.

How complex and simple life is, once faced! A terrible beauty.