Ghost of Elvis wrote:
Bringing it back to the earlier point then: there are two ways you can go, one is inward, deeper into what you do know; the other is outward, and upward, looking for more to know. Being, and becoming.
It becomes increasingly clear to me that the latter is actually the surest way to come out of that little bit we do know. Even the "pull to become," as you put it, goes against a very simple knowing, that the little we do know is enough. We may never fathom the mystery of being that is a chair. Yet we are not interested in chairs; we want to know the galaxy.
An interesting metaphor occurs to me here: the oceans of the planet are largely unexplored; yet instead of exploring them we fill them with toxic waste and garbage, and focus our gaze on the stars. The ocean then is considered beneath our interest; besides which, it's full of shit! The stars, man! That's where it's at. Please.
In this analogy, the ocean represents our unconscious being.
I am on board with all of this, but why is going inward "being" and going outward "becoming"? You said it yourself, they are both ways of
going somewhere. The making conscious of the psyche certainly seems to me like a process with some kind of trajectory and developmental logic to it.
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A caterpillar doesn't feel any pull to become a butterfly. It feels a pull to go inside the chrysalis, lay its head down, and die. That's all any of us get to do.
But this is just the flip side of sugarcoating the process. A caterpillar may not feel a pull to become a butterfly, but it feels a pull to do
something. A change of state is anticipated and entered into. An itch appears and must be scratched.
To use another analogy: when you're hungry, you feel a discomfort and this discomfort compels you to look for food. You wouldn't think for a moment that you ought not "put your hands" on the grub - that is precisely what you are supposed to do. But when the discomfort appears in your soul instead of your gut, suddenly all the people with the answers wag their fingers at you. Why is that? If this itch is not meant to be scratched, why do I feel it?