Thoughts prompted by motorcycling
Sunday, 6 October 2019 at 21:07
It is said of motorcycling that it is living in the moment, not in the past, not in the future. You are only in this moment. This I think was the experience of T. E. Lawrence when he was riding his mighty Brough Superior - he was, so to speak, in the present.
Is being in the present losing yourself or being yourself?
You can lose yourself in many ways... there is always a siren call.
What is being anyway?
Do I embody it, impose it, or remain subject to it?
I’ve lived my life alone.
I never engaged in the game or the job.
Never had a friend.
Sought friendship through relationships.
Barriers have to be down, or forget it.
Defined myself by joining, but never engaging.
My sports/pastimes are solitary - cycling and motorcycling.
Solipsist am I.
Well I suppose the others will always criticise the solipsist.
They’re defending their right to a separate existence. But their grounds are weak.
Hell is indeed other people, and yet, on reflection…
But you need me…
No I don’t need you
I don’t love you
I was alive in the relationship.
Life is over.
© John Dunn.