Alo and De Scrutiny #26
(PD) Alo and De Lake on Land.
Copyright ©2018 October 04, 2018
Alo: 'Person, him live also each in their society, to-scrutinize life this, to-understand benevolence completely'... the sentence's words are unclear of details, but the concept, it settles into an idea of an individual scrutinizing his life and society, with the aim of understanding benevolence completely. The sentence ends with an emphasis of completeness... that the understanding of benevolence is as a completeness in of itself...
De: That sounds, to me, to be much like ourselves... we scrutinize ourselves, and society, with the aim to understand the how and why of benevolence... but... I believe that we have already exceeded what the sentence may have intended...
Alo: Yes... the sentence is as an opening idea... one corner of the topic... the sentence is not followed by other sentences that speak of a chidao... no hints of what happens before, during, nor after an understanding occurs...
De: But, no outsider writing does either...
Alo: True... my sigh... it wishes that there might have been old men who spoke clearly, and with a few additional details... at least three corners... enough to let us know, to know that the old men knew more than of what they wrote...
De: I reread another of your old writings about ethics... you had entered into a brief discussion of the natures of love, and you had given a sizable quantity of details, while still being careful to not say too much... from your writing, I could see that you knew more than what you permitted yourself to say... but, in no other people's writings, have I seen similar.
Alo: My thoughts pause as I weigh man's many writings... man writes words as if the words alone were somehow true facts, and somehow capable of communicating meaning... man invents three mental classifications of animals, and man then believes that by reciting the classifications' names, he has then somehow defined descriptions of the animals themselves... he does similarly, by inventing three classifications of ethics, and he then tricks himself into believing that the names of classifications describe and define what an ethic is... outsiders do not scrutinize their own words, nor their own thoughts.
De: I almost felt an urge to giggle, but it so quickly ebbed... my teasing myself with the question... if a man, teaches that he will not speak to another man who does not present at least three corners of a topic, then, what of his own words? If he himself cannot present at least three corners of the topic of benevolence, then, would he himself be worthy of speaking to?
Alo: Yes, I catch your drift... no, he would not be worthy of discussing the topic with... he would only be able to recite words, and maybe invent a few imaginary things, but he could not possess an understanding of what he claimed to understand...
De: I agree... and it is sad, that the outsiders know so very little, that they do not so much as know enough to ask a question... they do not know enough to know that they know so little...
Alo: Yes... and too... people are actually afraid to ask a question... they were taught in their government schools to never question their masters, and now, the people cannot form within their minds a question, nor brave an act of asking questions... no questions spawn within their minds... no questions arise because, in part, the people do not think... the people were trained to memorize words without thought and without question... and now, that is all that the people can do.
De: And recite their memorized words...
Alo: Yes...
De: I was thinking, of when we first met... our love was strong, but then, became stronger... I remember when our hearts began to ache, ache as any other muscle that is sore from intense exercise... the heart, it too is a muscle... the aches lasted weeks, until our hearts strengthened... and then ached more with more love... I suspect that we might die of old age or any number of other possibilities, but not likely from a weak heart.
Alo: Ha! True!
De: Outsiders speak of benevolence... our benevolence, to all living beings, is felt from the heart... I have never heard an outsider speak of how their benevolence occurs... no words about the heart, nor anything else... to me, it appears that the outsiders simply have no thought of what they say.
Alo: Perhaps, mechanical... as a robot making a physical motion... no heart, no soul, no mind... no feeling... if feeling were present, then surely at least a few of the outsiders would have spoken of the feelings... but, no... none.
De: 'Fist fist to bosom', three corners, scrutiny, scholars, benevolence, love your neighbor, heavens, fate... to me, the things that they speak of, do not harmonize...
Alo: Not to me also... conflicts... contradictions... leaving one corner by itself, not connecting to other corners... segments... little pieces... points A and B, with no other points... all straight lines, no curves...
De: Our new trees are now tall... I have to bend my head to see their tops... see what the seed have done...
Alo: Yes... it pleases me also, to see how well the trees appear happy, and healthy...
De: Trees, they do not conflict... they do not contradict... no straight lines... no points A and B...
Alo: The sunlight through the branches... streaks of light upon white fog... trees, leaves, all around us... countless things... yes, none conflict... none contradict... Nature's way...
De: Source nascented Nature... Nature nascented beings... the root of Source, in all that continues nascenting...
Alo: I hold no reason, to hold hope, but... of what we have observed, of the things that we cannot measure, nor imagine... my heart feels the ache, that someday, you and I...
De: Yes, me also... if, what we have seen, is true, and, if what we perceive of the root, then... maybe it will happen...
Alo: To create one's self in one's own image... it parallels other ancient writings... heavens creating man in their own image... many kings who were given titles of being sons of gods... sometimes I silently wonder... what if, some of the old men had been very wise, and wrote their words to be hidden in metaphors... but... at least for the moment, words have once again lost their interest... this, this right now... this is good, to merely hold your hand, look out at the trees, hear the birds chirp, and feel my heart beginning to ache...
De: Mine also...