Saturday, 6 October 2007
Bert Kiekens sent me this picture over the mail:
It is a crop circle that was made this year in England. I didn’t do the effort to find out where exactly this art piece was found, because I lost my interest in this mystery. I mean, I don’t believe crop circles are a mystery: I think that they are made by people.
That still leaves the question how people, and it must be quite an organisation, can produce a few hundred mind boggling drawings the size of several soccer fields in corn fields every year, without telling anybody or getting caught in the act.
This optical illusion of a labyrinth is one of the cropglyphs (a better word than crop circles) that are so obviously manmade that it I am no longer interested in any exotic theory about their origin.
For years I have read several books about crop circles, watched DVD’s and searched the Net for information on the subject. The people interested in mysteries are often not well trained in reasoning and/or psychology. That is what I discovered when I began to discover the flaws in my own reasoning and the workings of my own mind.
Since then I have lost my interest in many of the mysteries that have been on my mind for decades. Of course, I am not 100% sure; I don’t believe that anybody can be 100% sure of anything, but I no longer belief in ghosts, UFO’s, close encounters, angels and crop circles, to give only a few examples of the mysteries that I am thinking about. I have said this before, but I think the real mystery is our existence: the fact that anything exists at all. It seems to me that our fascination for all the so called mysteries is caused by the inability to grasp the true mystery. To see Life itself as a mystery leaves you without any clue or hope to find out what it is all about. I find this extremely difficult to accept, but it is impossible to deny it, so I just try to make the best of it.
One of the things that I find most difficult to accept is that probably nobody knows the answers to my questions. The authors who write about these matters have no answers too. And the people who do have answers are most often telling nonsense or not understanding the real questions. If I sound mean or arrogant here, I am sorry, but this is how I feel and think.
In the past few years I have thrown out many of the books that I once read with great pleasure and excitement. Among the books survived the selection are Perfect brilliant stillness (by David Carse ), I am that (talks with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj ) and Why Lazarus laughed by ( Wei Wu Wei ). Not that the authors of these books answer my questions, but they do confirm my idea that the answers are not what many other people in this field present as such. The world of esoterics and religions is not different from any other scene or community: 99% is crap. Not all people are consciously lying, although some even seem to do that, but what much of what is said is clearly not true. It is worse: if somebody thinks he/she is telling the truth, it is per definition not. That makes the search for Truth a very tricky business. And writing about it almost impossible.
For today’s Soundtrack I choose a track from the Alex Sas 12 inch record collection. It is one of the sexy records with no sleeve and a white label with only a name stamped upon it: Home Cooking.