Excerpt from: 'SEEING AGAIN IN A LOUD WORLD - The finiteness of eternity'
Next door were the people. They were celebrating, loud, full of atmosphere, praising each other and him. A thunderous roar between the chairs, nobody stayed seated, the music fired up the crowd long before he arrived. He enjoyed being cooled down in the ice pool beforehand, standing on stage and singing along in an inspiring way: this song sucked the crowd out of every joint and did the same. Not a hair was left on the other, not a dress was left softly hugged around the legs, not a shirt was left close to the body: everything was bulging with lust for life, so that this shared pulsation would never end. The 'Yeah' was interrupted by his voice asking 'How are you doing out there, my dears?' and with an equally impressive 'Yeaaaaaah' it was announced that everything was great: joy, fun, atmosphere, expectation, fulfilment. Those words were meant to pierce the consciousness of the crowd, recognising their patterns to be who they really are.
Life will never be the same again.
"What's the point?" you said to her. "Why should life be the same? What nonsense he's talking! All these adulation-seekers: gurus who don't want to be gurus and yet unconsciously pretend to be. But they haven't even really absorbed the meaning of the word." 'Weighty, heavy' was written as an explanation in one passage, another formulated it as a title of honour for a spiritual teacher. You were angry. She could feel it. They spoke of polar worlds whose depths they did not know, even if their offered CVs did. In the darkest of their hours, they wanted to leave, but then salvation came and took them back. I heard you moan. They all got on your nerves with their liveliness, their self-congratulation, their gushing, their knowledge that was for someone better. No, you never wished anyone the opposite of what they were experiencing, only to realise what path they had just taken. You turned off, long ago. She watched you, while you quietly grumbled at the loud people. Not every expression needs a word, but some words need an expression.
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