Fragmentarium

by SULI QYRE

  • 48. Held By The Light

    Standing at the waterfront, I look out at the vastness of the sea. The afternoon sun shimmers off the water’s surface. There are wobbly patches of intense light in the foreground and an abundance of sparkles in the distance. The patterns that emerge possess a mesmerizing beauty. I feel an urge to capture the moment, to save its magic in some way. But I know it won’t work. Whatever I could preserve by taking a photo would not be this. It would just be a representation, a reduction of what is here and now into a lesser form. Right now I just need to see, to absorb the view, to live in it. This it that is already so fleeting. This it that will be gone so soon. But I’ve got to stop thinking about this. If I’m thinking about how it will soon be gone, then I’m already mourning, even while it’s still with me. I need to live it fully, and that means I’ve got to let go of everything but it. That means there is no past and no future. There is just this instant where I am being held by the light. But letting go also means there can be no me, either. Being fully present means being one with it. I need to allow myself to melt into it and for it to melt into me. The glistening and my feeling of its beauty together form something new, where there is no me, no water, no light. Just it. This singular experience. It’s brief but also eternal. Somehow I can sense eternity in it. And now I also notice that I’ve become more than I usually am. Boundaries that are usually sharp have become blurry. The world and I have become a living unity. And in this becoming, I feel an unmistakable joy.

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  • 47. Consumed By Conflict

    When the world feels hostile, it is easy to fall into a pattern of endless judgment, criticism, and opposition. I see how things could be better and I imagine an ideal world. This imaginative vision is valuable because it shows me a possible alternative, but it can also transform into a problem.

    I can easily become attached to my ideal. It seems so much better than reality and I want it to exist. I want changes to the present that cannot exist presently. Instead of accepting the world as it is and working from there, I start to fight everything around me. There is a conflict between me and the world. My desire for a better world is pressing, but the present world must be as it is. I suffer as I experience this discrepancy.

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  • 46. An Inexplicable Gift

    The miraculous is singular and divine. It only happens once, and never again. It is beyond our human abilities. It is an inexplicable gift given by the world itself.

    Like the miraculous, the magical also cannot be explained. If it could be explained, we would call it science. The magical, however, is neither singular nor divine. It is repeatable and it is something we can do. The magical is closer to the human while the miraculous is the work of the gods.

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  • 45. It Might Result In Nothing

    Doing something you do not know how to do can be frightening. Your goal is to do it correctly and not make a mess of things. You want to be successful, but more importantly, you do not want to fail.

    You are worried about your performance because any mistake might doom you to failure. Your actions become rigid and tightly controlled because you are evaluating your every move, judging whether or not it will help you achieve your goal.

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  • 44. Temporary And Permanent

    A star in the sky seems permanent, for it appears the same each and every night. But it is no more permanent than we are. Like us, it will eventually burn out and die. A blossom on a tree seems temporary, for it might last only a few more days before vanishing. But it is no more temporary than we are. Like us, it is sealed into history for all eternity.

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  • 43. A Vague Unhappiness

    The way to happiness, he thinks, is this: 1) ask himself what he wants, and then 2) do whatever he has to do to get it. Only when he gets what he wants will he be able to feel happy. In the meantime, he will have to suffer. This is just how it is and how it always has been. And so he works very hard for a very long time and he achieves many things. With each achievement he experiences happiness, but it lasts only for a short time before fading again. So he repeats the process, working even harder to get the next thing he wants. He figures life is just like this, fulfilling goal after goal, and when he has achieved all of his goals, he will finally be happy forever. After all, there will be nothing left to want, and if he has everything he desires, how could he not be happy? But his work never seems to end. There is always something more that he wants, and worse, some things he thought he had attained have now left him. He is stuck in a perpetual state of vague unhappiness that he can neither grasp nor mollify. He keeps struggling with his feelings, with his desires, with himself. Why can’t he just be happy? Why does happiness keep escaping when he works so hard? He starts to wonder if there might be no solution. Perhaps there is no such thing as lasting happiness. Perhaps his efforts have been in vain. As his frustration builds and builds, he begins to hate his work, his colleagues, and even the people he once loved. He begins to hate everything. Sometimes he even hates himself. He believes the world is against him and he sees everyone as his enemy. He soon discovers he has no hope left for anything at all. His final resting place is cynicism, the hatred of life itself.

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  • 42. The Heart Of Compassion

    Empathy is the heart of compassion. If I cannot empathize with you, then I cannot see what you need and I will not be inclined to help you fulfill that need. And as compassion is action to meet needs, I cannot possibly act from compassion when I cannot empathize. If I can already see that compassionate action is necessary to bring an end to my own suffering, then I must learn how to empathize with everyone I encounter.

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  • 41. Like A Common Fool

    A sailboat rests on the rocks, its single mast tilted slightly to one side. It has run aground, pushed in during the previous night’s storm. The unmanned boat had been anchored in the harbour, before coming loose in the storm’s harsh winds. It remains perfectly intact, with no visible damage.

    People pause along the boardwalk that runs close to the shore to stare at the boat. Some quickly survey the scene before moving on, while others linger or take photos of the misfortune. A cluster of seagulls has boarded the boat and taken possession. A man positions his two children for a picture using the beached boat as the background.

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  • 40. The Better Choice

    It can be terrifying to choose the unknown. Between an already-tested option and an untried one, more often than not, we want to go with the safe bet.

    But what if the safe bet is not actually safe at all — what if it is really the more dangerous option for our current dilemma? With only a limited awareness of the situation, it is difficult not to be deceived. We easily become confused by our existing views and biases. After all, the safe bet was the right choice in the past, and so we believe it must still be good now. We are not able to see the true risk of our options.

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  • 39. The Limits Of Responsibility

    Where does my responsibility begin and end? I know I am responsible for my actions and everything that is directly caused by them. If I do something that directly harms someone, then I am responsible for that harm.

    In many cases, I will not be the sole cause of a particular outcome. But even so, my responsibility is not reduced because responsibility is not quantitative. Either I am responsible or I am not. My responsibility might be shared with others, but this does not exempt me in any way.

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