BEYOND THE FINISH LINE: THE BEGINNING OF REALITY As I trespass the magical demarcation line of the fifties, I venture into the threshold of the weightless state of perfect philosophical suspension. Intuition and rational reasoning, the collectives of long journey and attuned faculties, conspire to catapult the inquisitive curious, near the finish line, to the bliss of the realm of the mysteries of contentment and self-fulfillment: A Perfect Illusion of Social Conditioning. As close acquaintances and friends drop of sight in the metaphor of Autumn Leaves, to answer, coercively, to the higher call, I hasten to recollect my thoughts, take inventory of the long journey, self-introspect, for, I am caught off guard: One Has Not Attained The Elusive State Of Equilibrium, Figuring The Meaning Of Existence. Avidly plunged into the ocean of perceptive reality, drawing from the expanse of its rational knowledge, that graduated with the instilled maturity of the realization of human fallibility, to the transcendent trance of the intuitive and spiritual: The Plateau Of Suspended Judgment. Ironic the arrogance and vanity of humans! Opened my eyes to this world, more than 50 years ago, to a world in turmoil. The Return to Zion legacy of the Jews overwhelmed the people of the place from where I stem my Frame of Reference, my Paradigm, a Sense of Identity. Thence, a simplified world of expectations, reminiscent of the state of denial in the Freudian jargons, dominated my sensory perceptions, my whole existence. The Universe, in all its wide-open fields for speculation, was reduced to the polemics, to the inferences of the antithesis, they and us; faculties subsumed to the service of the mundane, arrested by the sentiments of passionate recrimination. The Self Dwelled In The Instinctively Gratifying Abyss Of The Lower Self; Couldn’t Aspire to Set Free, To Attain The Higher Plateau of The Real Self; The State of Conscious Awareness; To Dwell In The Bliss Of Enlightenment. As one approaches the Finish Line of a strenuous long race, cynicism sets in as the inevitable resignation to the admission of total bewilderment: Had The Long Race Been In Vain? Had One Deciphered the Purpose and Meaning of a Long Life Journey? Had One Been Short Exchanged By A Whimsical Super Power That Every Human Congregation Volunteers Its Attributes And Elusive Prescription To Conform To their Predilections and Collective Idiosyncrasies? Let me endure, a bit longer, the vanity and arrogance of the fallible mortals. Let me submit to the herd instinct of the contemporary multitudes whose reverent symbols are shrouded in the bliss of the darkness of ignorance as legitimate saviors and sages. Let me suspend all faculties, rather relegate all my senses, to the oblivion of the absurd, until the passage of a borrowed time. Rajai Masri October 5, 2002
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