January 27, 2007

The ideal is a fiction, a myth; it is not a reality...

I am exactly able to feel and understand the above quote of JK, at the end of my highly socialized month. My friends, who know me from India may think that socializing is not new for Uma, but my dear it’s not the same for me here in Paris, most of the time I end up in emotional frictions, specially interacting with the girls. How different are my ‘girl’ friends from India and Paris. I get extremely friendly vibes from some of my friends here and I feel the same for them, but too much of rational thinking makes me judge them.. Specially judging them with a ‘Eastern’ scale..Oh..My…God! I end up in big emotional turmoil, yesterday I had a moment of enlightenment,No! I was not sitting under Bodhi tree, but just next to Micha and Anton, two of my friends who have contrasting views and opinions towards life and me, but having frankness and intelligence as commonality, coolly helped me to see the reality without adding colors of my ideas, my inabilities , my negativity and specially without influencing me with their Ideas. If you don’t understand what I mean…you can read the below explanation of JK for the above quote. I promise, I will not give such long lectures in my forthcoming blogs, but just to compensate for my month long absence in cyberspace,and thinking that it may be useful for someone like me ...if not…I beg your patience!



=== JKrishnamurti.org ===
The ideal is a fiction, a myth; it is not a reality.
When you observe why the idea becomes important, when you are aware why the pattern has assumed such an extraordinary significance, you can see why it does. Because, first of all, it tends to postpone action: I am violent and I have this marvelous idea of non-violence, which is an ideal, and I can pursue that ideal and not act because I am still trying to be non-violent. Therefore, it is an escape from the fact of violence. If I have no ideal of non-violence, I can deal with the fact.

So the ideal becomes a distraction; the ideal is a fiction, a myth; it is not a reality. The reality is what is, which is violence. And we think that by having an ideal like non-violence, we can push violence out of ourselves—which never takes place, which can never take place. Because when we deal with facts alone, there is an operation, not when we deal with ideas. So that is one of the reasons: an idea or a pattern offers a means of postponing, of escaping from the fact; and the idea becomes important to give continuity to a particular act. I did this yesterday, I will do this today and tomorrow—it gives a continuity or becomes a habit which prevents action. This is merely carrying out a certain formula and therefore it becomes mechanical. Life is not mechanical; it has to be lived, it is action changing every minute.

So ideas offer a means of postponing action. Therefore the more ideas, the more ideals you have, the more inactive you are. Please do see this: when you act from an idea you are not active, because you are living your life in a world of fiction without any reality. So escape, postponement, offering a continuity, which gives you a habit, and functioning from a habit—that is memory and therefore mechanical. So you can see, ideas do not bring passion. I think it is very important to understand this: to act, you must have passion; to do, you must have strong feelings; otherwise, it becomes mechanical. You cannot have strong, intense, immediate feeling and passion if you have ideas
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Collected Works, Vol. XIV - 69

1 comment:

Anton said...

i like this text very much, i think he expressed it quite brilliantly. ideals are a result of abstract thinking, the most characteristic property of humans (as opposed to animals). and that's why human life is drifting away from natural life so fast. the more mature and sofisticated societies become, the more social rules, dogmas, idealizations are formed, and the more suffocating they become for their individuals. inside each one of us there still is a monkey that wants to act, but we're lost in our universe of words and we can no longer hear what the monkey inside needs. and this has been like that for several thousand years already, i suppose that's the only way it can be, otherwise we would not be humans, we would be apes.

good luck handling your epiphany

anton the would-be a grunting hunter-gatherer