Ur, Un-

I am. We are

That is enough. Now it is up to us to begin. Life is placed into our hands. It has long since become empty. It sways back and forth, but we stand firm.
---Ernst Bloch.

Life, as the great unblocking of hindrances, the great opening-up of possibilities, a clearing for the emergence of the unscripted, the unthinkable, the site of forward-dreaming; life is also the realm of constraint, constriction and delimitation.

There is no way out of the song of gratitude and complaint
As long as the wisp of breath exists, this harmony remains the same.

---from Mir Dard.

This is the nature of the fabric we wear,that was woven for us, the warp and woof of it; there is no going back to nakedness, to "purity", to some Ur-moment or Ur-place. The song of innocence is over and yet hasn't your whole life been about clinging on to that thread, about keeping things undone, and, mind you, not always in simple ways...wasn't reading, for instance, also a way out, a distancing of yourself from yourself...the letter that does not killeth?

Not this, not that. Not to speak of 'I', or to look for a name, ideology, religion, but the direct, fresh, unmediated experience of bare life itself, a vivid life that opens up to, on to, the unfolding mystery and wonder of the un-nameable, that is startled into awareness? Why do you think of Rothko here, of Jewish aniconism?