The Book of Life

I didn’t write this but it resonates strongly with me so I thought I’d share.

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What interests me most with people is that all the time there is a life going on in the innermost which can barely be acknowledged let alone talked about. It’s a secret dialogue usually whispered and hardly noticed. Another way I see it is like a newspaper, that in various phases lasting days or even weeks there is type of headline or a theme which could be an exploration of a new found belief or could be the re-emergence of a forgotten ideology or perhaps a new theory. It reveals itself usually to close friends but only when a certain amount of superficiality has passed. It wouldn’t be the revelation that deep down you realise you don’t love somebody but more a passage of ideas about the inner structure of love or the mechanics of doubt or change. It may be a big new idea but more often it is a modification of a previously held conviction such that in the book of life you are compiling there would be continous amendments whilst your superficial apparent belief and conditioned behaviour would suggest that a robot were in operation, so yes we are all writing the book of life and whatsmore we are doing it so secretively that all but the very perceptive are aware of it. Now wouldn’t it be a fine thing if we all were aware of it and we spend a fair bulk of our time communicating from our own little books rather than going through the interplay of falseness that most of our interactions are based on.

I have reached a point where it is almost too painful to be around other people because there is very little that is real on offer, this is painful and tiring and keeping up this dialogue is equally tiring and confusing.

Source: http://www.gentleapocalypse.com/2010/02/book-of-life.html