Loss: the Grief of Letting Go
In loss, what is clung to is released from attachment. Loss severs bonding that begets belonging in likewise manners as an apple is let go from the tree it has sprouted and grown… Loss throws meaning; the neocortical doing of humans, in chaos. Loss distinguishes the individual from the communal, life from death and belonging from becoming… Loss; the grief of letting go, causes anyone anywhere to face the unknown, uncertain and unpredictable in the here and now. Loss aches and pains; regardless of the meaning making in place… No one wants, wishes for nor wills to meet loss. To intentionally bring about loss is to shy away from what this noun connotes: to let go of control. From romance to religion and research to recreation, control is the magic, myth and morality of meaning... Meaning; the doing that makes for the bonding and belonging among humans, ceases to be where loss is embraced upfront and personal. Loss; the blind spot of lust, gives rise to gratitude that grows out and up from grief... Lust makes for want, just as libido makes for wish and liberation for will whereas loss and grief do not make for anything but to let go of control: I, we, mine. No one is nor can be substituted for a pronoun any more than any one is a stand-in for Gaia, God and Gene: survival, safeguard and sustenance, as self-enclosed meaning making has it on the grounds of instinct, intellect and imagination... Thus, the mass of people freely relate to themselves in such subsidiary ways for the mirage of being in charge and having control; from spirituality that promises the release from need on which consumerism is based to science that deludes the less educated into believing that life is a technological enterprise of quantification... To presume, predict and project who and what one, supposedly, is, puts meaning in place where none exists. Meaning reaches as far and deep as the bygone, memory, goes. Meaning making metabolizes the doing done past down the ages. To make meaning is like having a gender; neither confines, constricts nor controls what being human connotes...
As much as loss is feared and, therefore, equally ignored, it befalls anyone anyhow at some point in the blink of an eye. Loss spells grief without which gratitude is mistaken for a goal to reach or a self-realization to attain. Loss holds space for growth in letting meaning be and surrendering control... Loss; a wake-up call from desire and vanity, dreams and hopes. Loss is to the known what Lilith is to Eve in some Holy Books of Old; blended and blotted out this transgender avatar has been and remains to be up to date. An avatar is like a genus in contrast to an archetype, which is like an attribute... Loss is like the corpus, canvas and cosmos of phenomena: consciousness that neither does something nor goes anywhere but rather beholds the invaluable, precious and genuine from the ever-present origin to infinity: the wisdom display of speech... From the communication of nature to the locomotion of evolution and from the intercourse of relationship to the calm abidance of being here, wisdom makes for the rainbow colors, just as speech makes for the content, data and information of consciousness... Consciousness beholds clarity no differently than chaos, light no differently than darkness and loss no differently than growth. Irreducible to one or all, I and we, you and it, consciousness is the phenomenon of awareness. Awareness is the infinitude of consciousness, as faced in grief and met in gratitude... And so, what is there ever to look and strive for, find and actualize other than turning toward and tuning into the existential givens: the wisdom display of speech. What is there to dream about and hope for other than becoming aware of the ever-present origin: consciousness... To fall for meaning by being had by it causes anguish; meaning making is a transit, midwife and mirage in contrast to the com-passion of surrender and the re-cognition of listening. To become a disciple of anguish begets the same as becoming a devotee of Adam & Eve, Shiva & Shakti, Gaia & God, Gender & Gene: attachment; the root cause of suffering...
Meaning making is an activity rather than a ceremony, a process rather than a product, a conduit rather than a cashflow. To mean is a matter of inquiry rather than money; the dominant paradigm bought into by seemingly having no other choice than to procreate and go to war over in the name of socio-cultural and military-industrial conditioning. Is the freedom of choice not one the most esteemed attribute of humans? And if it is, having freedom is a response-ability rather than a sell-out to the highest bidder... Loss; the inconvenient letting go of clinging, craving and conjecture, is truer than a joke. To go for a deeper taste of life by building an increasingly expansive mansion, mosque and mausoleum of power, profit and prestige around it, makes for none other than despair, destruction and demise. Simpler put, a life spent in vain... After all, whether men hunt women and women gather experiences, what truly and actually matters is for humans to come online past and beyond hunter/gatherers. Let this futile finger pointing and endless comparison be for the sake of becoming human in kind over falling for meaningful abstraction due to exiling and exorcising the insight of vision-logic... Consciousness is an insight to behold, just as loss is an abyss to move across by growing out and up from it; the loss of womb, mother and the monastery. One without the other is like the morass of metaphorical unity; a figment of imagination rather than a fractal of speech. Turn toward the inborn by abandoning to heed the call of self-talk, make-believe and tunnel-vision... Embrace the good for the sake of the true and the true for the sake of the beautiful. Embrace your sense, self and sex rather than I, we, mine. Embrace the existential givens to become human in kind. The rest is a story to be told in hindsight...