Everything is Complex, Everything is Simple

At a certain stage, the practitioner becomes aware of the great complexity of phenomena, a complexity such that it makes any attempt at dissection completely futile.
At most, our academic analysis will only be a projection of the structures and prisms which constitute us and which we carry around as we walk the world.
Our history and our tropisms.

Creative intelligence is a much more loyal ally than a strictly analytical perspective.

It concerns the capture of a movement, of a part of reality at a given moment; at least it has no pretensions to objectivity or universalisation.

In this respect, scientific and academic proselytism attached to a certain vision of things has more to do with megalomaniac neurosis, with hysteria to self-affirmation, than with the sharing of acquired knowledge.
Everything is eminently, infinitely complex, and that simplifies everything.

Whatever the subject we consider, the forces in motion are so numerous, and themselves the product of other forces just as complex, that it would be vain to pretend to understand anything about them. In the claim to understand the world, there is in reality the unconscious admission of an understanding capacity that is too limited to perceive the mere impossibility of understanding.

The same process is also at work in all forms of pretension: the one who indulges in it has not reached the threshold from which he could be able to observe his great ignorance.
That is all. Beware of the man who claims he knis anything.

From this infinite complexity is born the disengagement of desires to grasp and with it, the anxieties of non-grasping.
There is no longer any point in attempting the impossible.

Surprise, Life, the unexpected, joy,
Perspective, return to one’s nature.

©FJ Nov2023
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