A Waddling Xfipri

This is true ... that is true too

The term ' Duck F**ker ' … was in common usage … in the campus … in the 70s. But then … we were all constantly stoned out of our minds … to understand what it means. But it wasn't until I came across … Virgil's Aeneid … did I create a new appreciation for ducks ... and swans. It appears to have been an early depiction of the world … in the minds of the bards of the time. The source of it however … continues to be mysterious. I suspect … it was that of a mother goose … I mean a mother in ancient times.

The issue is an important one. At a point in the mind … when we are free from worries … we come to an experience of thoughts … that is subtly divided in the middle … into two halves … but bears a close resemblance to each other. Does it depict two truths … the way a mother may have perceived her views … in relation to father … in early times? Is it representative of our world experience … of physical reality? And how do we engage it … in totality of the two parts … and yet represent ourselves in the individual … accurately … in relation to the other?

To the mother on the farm … in ancient Troy … or Macedonia or Greece … it must have seemed too close to call. But she must have figured … the swans that sway their backside from side to side … pretty much represent what the experience is of the two truths … without an irascible sense of divide … about the one absolute. The view continues in western arts … into Johan Strauss's … Swan lake … that depicts the experience of lovers … come into conflict with the nature of the two halves. But it was no longer a waddle … but a waltz.

Which brings us to the fine folks in Australia … and their former anthem … Waltzing Matilda. With due respect for their former national identity …  I am obliged to say that the waltz is simply not a waddle. But it does illustrate the many ways … that man may have distorted a simple way of viewing things … and made it more complicated. But what would anyone say … about the Oriental whose prized cuisine … the Peking Duck … appears like a loud protest about bard literature … that showcases the backside of fowls?

Certainly there may be many others … who would like to think that the world is truly … like the backside of a duck. I think such people are missing the point. Its in the physical motion of the swaying action … that a man sees how we preserve a sense of our oneness … and at the same time … subscribe to its rhythmic representation of two truths. And its here … that a man comes to the zenith of the light … in the way … we understand the nature of reality. Its not the theoretical notion of what is the truth … but the way that it combines … with our living experience of the same.

A man of faith … practices the art of lighting a candle … or burning an incense … at the representation of the truth. Such ritualization is habit forming … and creates a tissue response in man … sometimes in the heart … that responds to such theoretical notions of the truth … and it does it with serious concern. But to what extent have we … actually created cognizance of such … subtlety in the truth … and represented it with love and tolerance in society? Shouldn't it … be brought into expression in our daily activity?

There are those who would describe the human body as a temple. Isn't that simply an excellent expression? We do that because … the body can … in contact with mind … and its creative impulses … construct a perception of the truths of life … that is stored in a special place. It may be based on dream … or celt images … but it propels us to live its principles … in a way of life … that represents humanity's values. I thought I was doing that … until coming up to the 21^st Century … and experiencing the globalization of our lives … that insists on the commonality of mankind … not its differences. Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!

So how would we represent a simple principle that says … ' It is one but its also two?' In looking at a full length mirror after a bath … do we notice … that there are two views of our experience? One who is standing there in the nude … and one who views his nudity. Does it feel like the same person? The phenomenon refers to one who is the experiencer … and one who is the viewer of the experience. Hopefully they get along … for our experience of the duality in life … does go a long way.

We have obviously conditioned ourselves … into the notion of the individual as one person. Shouldn't that be … an individual in the world … an individual in a room … an individual riding a bicycle … an individual splitting hairs? Have we formed the habit of managing our ignorance … in such a way … as if to say … ' No one knows?' Hence does a … rejection … cause us a feeling of being isolated? Alternatively … does a full exposure of our faculties … cause us to lose our privacy? That is obviously a privacy of neglect and alienation.

In representing the viewer as mind … and the experiencer as body … I came to a strange divide in my experience. It identified the experiencer as mother … and the mind as myself. That's a mother with an … xfipri … ( semblance prick … see Sid's Slang Words ) … and in a clinical engagement of the term … an xfipri is not a prick. It is a strange mother though … and she tells me she is from the other side. Wouldn't that be a … mopri … ( mother with a prick )? Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!