Becoming…

We are becoming…

This is the state of human existence…we are becoming…something.

What are we becoming? It depends and varies from person to person but this is the broad simple reality that can be applied to the endlessly complex circumstance known as life.

I think it is important that we try to live in this ‘becoming’ and acknowledge it. Acknowledging it means acknowledging that every night when we go to sleep we put to death the person that existed that day and awake as this new and in-flux person the next day.

In fact living is the process of constantly putting to death our old selves – day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment (how small can we get) – you get the point.

Change is the only constant about who you are. If you are not changing you are dead or in denial.

To know this about yourself is important. To know this about others is also nearly as important. Knowing that the people we love…the people we are friends with or family with, change, will help us maintain the relationship and ground it in reality.

This is why icons are dangerous. Icons are static images designed to point us in the direction of that which the icon reflects. They are designed to point us toward something to worship. We have a habit of turning people into icons. We iconize the person we met in the pub in 1998; we iconize our child on the day they achieved honour roll, etc. The icon itself is not even a simple and true image of the real person but an idealized portrait and our own creation. By doing this we turn people into dead images of a dream or wish and in the meantime the real person who is alive and changing (becoming) is being lost in favour of the dead. We have become idolaters.

We must uncover these icons and destroy them wherever we find them if we want any hope of a real relationship. This is what it means to be an iconoclast, a destroyer of images. (This is likely what God meant when he said not to create any image of any thing in heaven or on earth – the image destroys the real which is murder one way or another).

The longer it takes to root out and destroy the icon the more likely it is that the other person has since journeyed a very long way from what the iconic ideal was based on and we find ourselves faced with a stranger and thus realize that there is no relationship and has not been one in a very long time.

Of course the real struggle is that we all need to be destroying icons and aware of our becoming because it is not enough for one person in a relationship to do this. You may very well be in relationship with the real, becoming person in your life only to find out that they are not in relationship with you but with a portrait of you that they painted 10 years ago.

So take out your hammer and start destroying…destroy that icon of yourself and then shatter the images you have of others that you might be free to celebrate who you really are, who others really are and know that you are known for who you really are and what you are becoming.

Afterword: Destroying the icons we have of ourselves can sometimes force us to confront our real selves in a way that is uncomfortable. We may come to learn that who we really are is not really a very good person. The good news is that seeing the cracks allows you to begin the process of filling them and actively participating in your own becoming.

You should also know that just because you have come to a place where you see another person for who they are rather than the idol you may have created does not mean you can start filling their cracks for them. A person needs to see themselves for who they are and ASK for help if they desire it…otherwise what you are doing is simply creating a new idol, without all the flaws you perceive.

True Love

Is it just me or is Pink’s song True Love the stupidest thing ever written? You know even if it is just me I am pretty ok with that because if this is true love than count me out:

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There’s no one quite like you
You push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You’re an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
Why I’m still here, or where could I go
You’re the only love I’ve ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you,
So much, I think it must be

True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you

Just once try to wrap your little brain around my feelings
Just once please try not to be so mean
Repeat after me now R-O-M-A-N-C-E-E-E
Come on I’ll say it slowly (Romance)
You can do it baby

(INSERT STUPID CHORUS HERE)

(I love you, I think it must be love, I love you)

Why do you rub me up the wrong way?
Why do you say the things that you say?
Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be
But without you I’m incomplete

(INSERT STUPID CHORUS HERE)

Really? Wow. In the vast list of horrible messages sent into the world (and I have also sent my share) this ranks as pretty much number one to me. So ladies and gentleman – if you constantly fight with your partner, think they are an asshole, want to strangle them, think they are stupid, want to slap them, hate them (really hate them), get rubbed the wrong way by them, think they have a little brain…then guess what – you are in TRUE LOVE!!!!

Wow.

Rant done.

This dog’ll run

I went to see a man about a mutt
“I need a dog” I says
“One that’ll bite and bark
and tear the ankles off the bastards;
the ones next door”
(I was feeling loud and in need)
“I want a big ugly brute…
a Halloween dog that’ll scare
Scare the frigging world away”

“Mmmmhmmmm…
we got a beast like that fershur”

If words could be fat, sweaty and gross
his would have been…they dripped
dripped all over me –
this was the guy to sell me a dog;
a Cerberus, bone-crunching shit of a dog

“Show me”
So he did
The most beautiful nightmare with teeth
you ever did see
“He’s gotta take abuse too ya know;
he’s gotta know master by fist an’ by boot;
by sharp edged, blood-cutting tongue”

“Look on then man cuz this ain’t he”

“Watcha mean? This was he is what you said!”

“This ain’t he an’ I ain’t selling him
cuz this dog, this dog’ll run”

“How do you know that!
You’re making me mad
boiling, salt water mad!”

“I just know…it’s in his eyes – look”

So I looked and there it was –
this dog’ll run…so I left
and that was that.

oblivion

entropy.
destroyer.
bringer of chaos.
starting with nothing,
leaving with nothing.

my dear departed…

Doc i gotta problem –
it’s this strange beat
poundpoundpound
in my hollow chest
it keeps me awake
it echoes through me
and i am hot as fire
a hazard in bed at night
there are invisible hooks
on invisible strings
tugging me
pulling me

I’m sorry…it’s your heart
I mean that you have one;
it grew in the sodden embers
matured in silence while you
you were solemn and asleep
it is life, alive and in person
pushing outside of you
pressing into the world
that’s what it does you know
growsgrowsgrows

take it out Doc…
i don’t like it this thing
this alien took my cold away
took my icy days away
awayawayaway
this noisy, messy engine
my dear departed death is gone
and i am left
i am left with life…
such a horror

I Do Not Understand

MICRO: I cannot say that another’s feelings about themselves are wrong…I can only say I do not understand them.

MACRO: I can say that all people’s feelings about all things are wrong…and that I still do not understand.

In the end all one can say with certainty about anything is that they do not understand.

Coming to an awareness that one does not understand anything can be a freeing moment. It does not have to be frightening. I say this because I believe the drive to certainty that we have is a direct result of fear – fear of the unknown, fear of not being in control, fear of being wrong.

Fear, fear, fear, fear.

Fear is the mind-killer (it is known). 🙂

Out of an awareness that we do not understand emerges the seeds of humility. If I do not understand then perhaps there are reasons for (FILL IN THE BLANK). This should drive a desire to better, (not fully), understand through dialogue…relationship. 

Do you see this? The humble admittance that one does not understand can lead to community. 

Does this mean that the arrogant assumption (even the unintended appearance of arrogance) or projection of certainty can destroy relationships or community? I think it may be so.

I do not understand. This is not only o.k. this is the human condition.