Fido the Yak

The problem with infinity is that it exhausts itself in saying "inexhaustible."

I've taken the stance that exhaustion is a condition of existing in this universe. My ambivalence towards the abyss of nothingness amounts to this: if it exists, it is woven into the fabric of being. Perhaps we need a new word for the intersistence of being and its annhiliation. Flopping down in exhaustion, the mind launches into space, thoughtless. But no condition is permanent. Thoughts return. Strength returns. The ground again becomes a ground. Someday, we imagine, impermanence too will be exhausted. When exhaustion exhausts itself, it will realize its finitude which has always been real. I don't want to exhaust myself waiting for a day that has already arrived.

Labels: exhaustion, existence, infinity

posted by Fido the Yak at 10:48 AM.