There is a deeper dimension to nature and the insentient than what we see on the surface – a realm that goes beyond morphology, chemistry, biology, ecology or physics. Science most often speaks to what things are. Zen art points to what else things are. It speaks not only to the object and its effect on the audience, but moves beyond to present the object’s underlying reality – its intrinsic nature. And when we personally experience this intrinsic nature, we realize that to know objects only through dissecting, cataloging and understanding them, is to miss their full reality. It is to fall asleep amidst the mystery and to become numb to the wonder of our lives on this great earth.
If I was going to symbolize the God-idea (why not – isn’t that thought’s job?) it would be as a question mark.
I don’t mean a ? as in mystery – although that fits too – I mean as a dynamic.
It seems to me that the unknowable unspeakable whatever-it-is that lives this lifestream moves on the well-oiled wheels of curiosity. It’s the ultimate sticky-beak and nosey-parker, insatiably wondering about … everything that can be experienced and known in the infinite arena of existence. Ceaselessly wondering, but never, ever, reaching a conclusion.
Questions fuel my life and determine the choices ‘I’ make, the paths ‘I’ tread. One of the lovely things about senior-hood is that you can look back over a life and catch those questions. I marvel at that, and at the questions that laid out my lifepath.
In a back-to-front way it’s like you’re standing at the stern of a boat, watching the wake and suddenly seeing it as an arrow, an arrow frothing and surging with shoals of questions… an arrow propelling the lifeboat with your name on the prow towards an eternal horizon of possibilities.