Does a pedestrian who walks without destination waste time? Does a thinker who wades through thought without aim arrive nowhere?
Is our incessant attempt to be going somewhere, getting somewhere exactly what prohibits our arrival to informative perspectives and fertile ground?
Full-circle moments. Revelation. Wholeness. Destination?
Does the destination we aggrandize at any given moment actually hold the wealth of whatever we crave? I’ve noticed humans love to worship. Maybe they need to worship. Its so very modern, hardly spiritual, of an individual to worship a destination, be it internal or external.
I used to have a fetish about playing Madison Square Garden. It was a desire very tied up with my self-worth: that stage alone could determine my passage into heaven or hell and I saw myself in purgatory until the day I set foot on that floor. Someone I met sitting in the lobby of the Marlton Hotel on E 8th St told me “you are already on that stage.” This felt like denial to me at the time, a way to ignore the circumstances of my then-life. But, I see now that a minded destination, be it external or internal, more or less embodies a desired energy and feeling (often security, thrill, rest, worthiness, etc.). Should one claim what they believe will serve them in real time, saying “I have already arrived” or “I am that,” then proceed to wander with and in wonder, that destination becomes a springboard instead of a deprivation. Where their then-renewed feet may tread has potential to offer more than their intended destination ever could.
On paper (screen), this is a straightforward concept to me. Implementing it, however, seems to require embracing a good deal of madness, which is a challenge I continuously will to accept.