Saturday August 25th 2012 Tim
'Oblivion' gains a more reputable address if it
hangs the title Authentic, or Grace, or Come In, upon its front door.
'Nothingness' on the other hand is not a something a person wishes to
read when he lifts a knuckle to knock on that same front door. Granted
all words are inventions of mind which are then shared, rather than real
things that would exist without us. And granted, 'nothingness' has
associations of meaning that I have stretched and contorted, in order to
better understand the nuances within 'oblivion.'
It's a zero, a no thing, without
existence and so on, rather than the serenity, 'oblivion' is sometimes
attached to. But in the search for this moment now, the alternative to
which is always either 'oblivion' or 'nothing,' I could think instead of
this moment now, in terms of it being a full glass, which might tempt me to
call last orders so tomorrow would not come. But I prefer to think of
this moment now as 'time,' or as 'cheerfulness', or maybe 'gravity.' And
it's these things I prefer to think, keep the breath in me, rather than
something with the potential to be half empty, or even 'nothing.' A
primitive thought I know and one which does no service to purpose, or any of
those other oddities that so constrain the imagination, and which are so
vital for those arrangements that make the idea of tomorrow possible.