“Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realized joy could be.”
Hope is empty, unfulfilled, hollow. Like desire, like ambition. They are, in their own strange way, voids. They are an important part of the gravity an individual can have. They ache to fill themselves. Little ambition, small hopes, meager embers… they allow for a quaint field of gravity. Yet, a flame that’s fed, a dark flame that grows into an inferno…well, I’ve been known to say that we’re all born bright and shiny, but few develop the true gravity and darkness of a Dead Star fallen in upon itself.
If I’m equating the individual to a black hole though, the following question comes to mind: If he or she is a black hole full of an all-consuming fire, does the idea of emptiness or the importance placed on voids really work? I suppose, in order to incorporate the idea and the valuation of each, that a convenient idea to point to is the one stating that nothing isn’t really nothing, that ‘nothing’ must be ‘something’.
With what I’m talking about, that ‘something’ could, perhaps, be the flame within, one that grows exponentially, insatiably pulling inward all that it can, and striving for the capacity to pull in more still. Perhaps it is called ‘nothing’ often because there’s something there to designate as “nothing”. To me, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to consider the possibility that it’s not within the range of perceptions for light-bearers, it’s a flame so dark it casts no shadows.
The lighter folk… they can’t really pin it down as being anything, and so they call it nothing. Maybe it’s a thing you must be enthralled with – in the grips of – to truly percieve. Dionysian, beyond the experience or understanding of a purely Appollonian spirituality.
(Written May 10th, 2012 | Revised May 19th, 2012 | Rough Ideas)