To Save Or Not To Save?

Imagine someone or something that you love very much. Imagine that which you cherish and hold dear. Now, ask yourself, to what extent would you go to preserve that which you cherish and hold dear? How far would you really go? How far can you go? Would there be no limit to your effort to preserve and maintain the one you love?

Whether man or woman, male or female, masculine or feminine there is that within us that seeks to preserve what we hold dear. It could be a child, a relationship, a career, our own body, mind, soul, or spirit. It could be virtually anything. Love, according to our predominant conceptions, seems to be that which cares and takes care, which holds and protects. And yet, in the final analysis there is an inevitable departure; a requirement for 'letting go' also seems to be mandated in the nature of things. We can't hold to a person, place, or thing forever. Our grip eventually grows weak. Or, like water flowing through the gaps between our fingers, the more that we squeeze and try to 'hold on' the more we lose that which we are striving so hard to save.

There is irony in a syntegral universe. There are seeming paradoxes--creative tensions, complentary opposites--which give birth to questions, meanings, and possibilities precisely because there is no definite answer to existence. Sometimes we hold on. Sometimes we let go. Sometimes we fight the flow. Sometimes we go with it.

Desiring The Break-Down

I think it is wrong to assume that we never want things to 'fall apart,' that we never wish for a 'break-down.' I most definitely feel that this is a great and tragic error in our psychological thinking: to presume that all 'building-up' is good and all 'breaking-down' is bad.

For example, whenever we are afflicted with something painful--with some form of suffering--we tend to wish for it to go away. That is a desire for the breaking-down of that form of pathology that is causing us so mucn anguish.

Another example: maybe we want to get out of an unhealthy relationship. We pray for things to 'fall apart.' We wish for a disintegration of something that has 'come into being.'

Strangely enough, we do wish for death. Death is not always the thing feared. Often death is the thing desired.

Coming Together... Falling Apart

Have you not noticed that there are days when 'everything seems to come together.' The sky seems the limit. Everything is on the up-and-up. It as if the Fates are smiling upon us brightly. There is nothing we can't do.

But then... then there are those days when nothing goes right. There are days when an ominous cloud seems to hang over us. Something foreboding this way comes. Everything seems to 'break-down,' 'fall apart,' 'go to pieces.' We never should have gotten out of bed. We should have just pulled the covers up over us and buried our heads in cotton.

But then things change again. It is like the Universe oscillates. Back and forth we go. Up and down. Manic and depressive. Yin and Yang. It is not a dis-eased state, as much as a central motif around which all comes into being... and yes, goes out of being into the great 'Who Knows Where?'