I was taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning

“I was taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning …”  

One day, in quiet reflection, I was taken deep into the Self, taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning.  Here is how I described it right afterwards:

“There was a sense of things shattering, like crockery breaking, or like the shell of an egg breaking.  (I think of Kabbalah and its image of Creation as divine vessels breaking.)  Then there is a river, or milk, flowing out from amidst the shards.  The river is clouded in mist and flows a long way down canyons of shards or rocks.  Until it settles in a pool below.  Tranquil waters.  This is when Life begins.  Cool, calm but rippling waters.”

The Creative Spiritual Edge

The Creative Spiritual Edge    

Buber was saved from the brink of suicide by reading Immanuel Kant.  Unsolvable questions arise, Kant argues, from trying to reason about space and time as if they were characteristics of reality in itself.  They are really just forms of our experience, he says.  This reassuring view gave Buber “philosophical peace.”

There now came to Buber “an intuition of eternity,” not as endless time, but as “Being as such.”  I moved deeply into myself to get some sense of what this might mean.  I felt a great rushing, gushing, like a geyser, welling up inside me and rising up through all tiers of reality, an energy or life-force, creative and growing, but much more basic and undifferentiated than these terms would suggest, as if it were the very Being of these forces, running through the whole of reality.  It rushed, expanded, created, grew not just outwardly but in a vertical dimension as well, from the primordial base up to the creative spiritual edge.  It was, in some sense, erotic energy from bottom to top, with no level, not even the most elemental, ever eclipsed.  The vision ended, I slumped back in my seat, breathing hard.