A Little Fun with Why
My last name is spelled “Wyer;” it may just as well been spelled “Why-er.” For most of my life, if I had my druthers, I wouldn’t move without understanding why.
I won’t recommend this affliction to you though – it’s problematic. You might imagine that knowing why would allow you to move forward with focus – efficient and effective. It only seems to. Sometimes.
Actually, I’d say it’s darn near impossible to know why. About anything. Period. Things are too complicated to have much hope of understanding them. Cause and effect don’t work the way we were taught. And knowing why isn’t much use afterall.
I believe it was Warner Erhard who said that understanding is the booby prize of the universe. I thought it was cute when I first heard it. Now that I’ve chased that booby prize, I can see he was probably right. Life is about living life.
Ego is the one that wants to know why. With good reason. Pursuit of why takes us far far away from what’s really important. It gets us lost in the spin. Confused. Or worse yet, lands us in a false state of certainty.
So what if curiosity DID kill the cat? Nine times. It’s done me in many more times than that!
Here are a couple short pieces I wrote while playing with the idea of curiosity. I hope you like them (I’m curious to know if you do!).
An elegant mark
Then no, around
A curving line of thought
Until a space appears
A pause for inspiration
Of allowing something new to appear
The resolution dot!
What’s your question?
You seem to be looking for something. What’s your question?
How will you find it unless you get clear about your question? What is it you’re looking for really?
How will you know you’ve found it? How will you know the answer to your question is real?
Who are you listening to? In whom – or in what – do you trust? Who do you believe? Why?
What do you believe? How do your beliefs color your seeing? How will you find your something if your perception is tainted?
What else is clouding your perception? Personal history? Intention? Attitude? Ego?
What is ego? Something separate from you?
And who are you? Who is looking for something? Who is asking these questions? Who is answering?