Missing Piece

Blaise Pascal said: “In the heart of Man there is a hole in the shape of God.”

I remember this object that I had as a child: it was a puzzle where you had to slide elements with your thumbs until you reproduced the model of an initial photo, placed next to the puzzle.

To do this, it was necessary to move some of them to allow one of the pieces to move forward.
All this tangle ended up (or not) revealing the image only thanks to the missing square.
If the frame had been full, no movement would have been possible.
The hole in the human heart allows the spiritual impulse to be set in motion.

There is a strong proximity, a spontaneous superimposition, a magnificent attraction between the hole in the heart of man that Pascal speaks of and Buddhist emptiness.
For this, thanks to this, the soul of Man journeys and the pieces fit together slowly, with confidence, or dazzlingly, or hesitantly, backtracking.

Being almost there, failing to reach it by a single piece, then realizing that it waits at the bottom right of the frame and that it should be at the top left.
Taking everything back, removing everything and starting again.
Consciousness, through emptiness, sets itself in motion.

This missing piece, this return to the heart is what underlies the entire sap of existence. It defines life, it is its essence.
Without the missing piece,
Without the hole in the heart,without emptiness,

a crust,
one block,
a sticky swamp,
of nauseating complacency,
a turning in circles,
nonsense,
death by stagnation,

an infinite stasis,
a confinement,

Without the missing piece,
nothing.

©FJ May 2024
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