Dissolving the Mystery
Hey beautiful people,
We had an info session on Monday for the “Coaches in Resonance” series at The Stoa. Feel free to book one of us here: www.thestoa.ca/coaches
The response has been great so far and the sessions have been quite wonderful. I have already been completely booked for the month of February, so I have opened up 10 more slots in case you’d like to book me in. I can be booked directly here:
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Tomorrow’s events:
Collective Eros w/ Jote Lamar and Lara Catone. February 4th @ 12:00 PM ET. RSVP here. 90 mins.
Shame Breakthrough Bootcamp w/ A.J. Bond. Every Thursday @ 6:00 PM ET. RSVP here. 60 mins.
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February 3rd, 2021
Nicolás Gómez Dávila is the king of aphorisms. He has no competition. He was a Catholic, in the reactionary vein, and non-reactionaries can learn a few marketing tips from the reactionaries' “old wisdom is now edgy wisdom” thing. Here are some of the aphoristic bombs he dropped:
Nobody who knows himself can absolve himself.
To understand is finally to make fact after fact coincide with our own mystery.
Humanity is the only totally false god.
In the universities, philosophy merely hibernates.
Man matures when he stops believing that politics solves his problems.
Love is not a mystery but a place where mystery is dissolved.
So good. Each one of these could be used as a prompt for this entry, but the last one feels right to go with. I am feeling my fingers gently touching the keys at the moment, and I am seeing words appear in front of me like magick. I do not really know what word is going to come next, and I do not know how this entry is going to end. It is all a mystery to me, and I feel like I am dissolving.
I will risk sounding like a koan: to dissolve the mystery, one must be dissolved in the mystery. My desire for abstraction wants to stretch that statement out, make it coherent, and get rational about it. If all we do is play finite games and pursue SMART goals, then it makes sense to be clear and coherent. We are not dissolving the mystery by doing this though.
Instead we are myopically looking at the tiny slice of reality we can pretend to control, egoically puffing our chests, declaring God is dead, and playing his role. And we are playing his role badly. It is time to play another role, one that is embedded in an infinite game, that requires strange rules. Playing an infinite game seems to lead one to become dissolved in the mystery, and once in the mystery, we are no longer on the “outside.” The truth is we never were on the outside.
The volume of things I am up to is demanding that I be more clear with all the games I am playing. There is pressure to make things more finite, so that I meet expectations, both from others and myself. I've got to keep a little to myself though, and continue to be called forth towards the mystery, and do what I can to rebel against the lies of the obvious.
Maybe I will capitulate, and get seduced by something other than what is currently calling me forth, or maybe I am being misled right now. I never claimed to be playing this game well. I sense I am going in the right direction though, or at least that is what it feels like when I feel my fingers gently touching these keys.
I sense I am heading towards dissolving, in the right way, and when I last heard the music, the mystery was temporarily dissolved. I experienced beauty, and became a believer in a beautiful world. Stoics are not really spellcasters, but I am happy to cast this one spell for you.
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