| Zenism: The Pursuit of God | |
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| clockworkjester | Apr 3 2013, 12:17 PM Post #1 |
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Foreward Before I begin what I imagine to be the final works of my life, I would like to share one of my fears with you, dear reader. I have not put pen to paper since I was but a boy and I find that as I do so again my hand begins to shake. Not from old age, though you might be forgiven for thinking as such but from the weight of the words I bear. For you see, dear reader, paper is as precious a commodity now as it once was thousands of years ago when the first religious men brought Gods word to the masses in a flourish of poetry and language. I fear that this old mans folly will be a waste of such a legacy and I hope that as these volumes progress you, dear reader, will think not of the paper I have left unused, but of the words I write that until now have been left unspoken. I suppose I should truly begin with my reasoning to undertake such a task as this when any child could find information on Zenism within the libraries. I believe that Zenism, while easily understood from the outside as a concept, a practice and a walk of life, cannot truly be experienced through the books I have enjoyed over my lifetime. I suppose that is my goal. To attempt to allow you, dear reader, into the very deepest places of my mind, to allow you into my heart and when you have heard all I have to say, for you to take it with you for as long as you see fit. I cannot promise that all I have to offer will be of use in any direct way, but a change of perspective can be most refreshing, I have found. My hand is settling now. The gentle scratching of the titanium nib calms my restless thoughts into comprehension, yet I scarcely know where to begin. I am beginning to see now the task that lies before me. I have known Zenism my entire life and it seems almost alien to me to now have to introduce you, dear reader, to everything I am. Perhaps I should begin not with Zenism itself, but with me. Guiding you through my life will not be a short journey, for I have lived as long as one can be expected to live and have led as full a life as I imagine a single person can. Yes, that is where I shall begin, so I shall ask you, dear reader, to bear with me while I regail you with love, life and regret. Regret. She and I are well acquainted, as I suppose you will discover. Many people say that age is the path to wisdom but I disagree, for it is my many regrets that have led me to understand the deeper meanings within life itself. My age is the natural progression of time, unavoidable by king and cockroach alike, but my wisdom was hard-earned. Forged, if you will. Already the haze of memory is lifting from me, much as the morning fog gives way to the midday sun. Voices sing so crisply within my ears it is a wonder and a blasphemy that I ever let them fade at all. My daughter, Avia, I hear her cries from her crib as though she is in front of my eyes, even though it has been many years since I have laid them truly upon her. I digress. I must be disciplined and keep control of my wandering thoughts if this journey is to be meaningful to you, dear reader. I shall ask your fogiveness now, for I fear that as I delve further back in time the smallest of details shall provide me with a catharsis I have denied myself for many years. Perhaps it is not just you, dear reader, that could benefit from these pages, but both of us. I may yet find some small salvation within, though I dare hope that it has not come too late. My name is Jericho. Like the walls of old, I fell from grace. This is my story. |
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