A good metaphor can reveal your life to you. You constantly keep cracking that metaphor open as you age, finding new sweet meat inside. when you are ready for self realization, the metaphor is there to help you. A metaphor is a small or large story that contains the opposites in your evolving life. We are change, so one minute or year we as this face, then our other face comes into view, then back, so at each moment we dont’ know who we are because all we see is the one of our many faces. But our metaphor, our Myth holds all our faces together as One Face…..What was your face before your parents were born. (Zen Koan).
The scientific mind hates myth, the rational prose mind hats stories, hates mystery because ti wants everything to be reduced to clear and distinct ideas that are verified by empirical evidence. So my friend said that the moister in the nut cracked the nut into two smooth halves, smoother than a saw could cut. Ah, mystery solved. But what was gained?
I replaced the mystery and metaphor with the known. Now I can burst my hands and move onto the next mystery to be solved. My mind eats up mystery and leaves a trail of shell of the known. What is gained? Well, the tension of the mystery, of the ambiguity is removed. I no longer wonder what squirrel or how it was done. The tension of the question has been removed. Is it that we don’t like questions that have no answer? Is that it?
But is life a question with an answer, or is life a question with no answer? Are you a question with an answer? Who are You? Who am I? is there a final answer? Or is the question a living question that allows the mystery of Me live in vibrant creativity. A Question is creativity. It is the Questions that opens the walnut to reveal ambiguity.
We can look at our children and watch when the Mystery Mind, the Mind of AWE is slowly removed. Santa is dead. Only the known is possible now. Mystery exists to be removed as quickly as possible. The unknown is the enemy. No darkness should exist. Only light must exist. No shadow, no ambiguity, no mystery, and no wonder. Everything must be known and stored in our memory. ..including myself.