MEETING OURSELVES AS WE WERE

How is it that living without a past is fraught?  If I took to heart the advice contemporary, living in the moment I would find comfort not in the avoidance of past but in acknowledging it is not a priority until I choose it so. History, philosophy, arts, sciences, they feed our minds because we are taken out of the moment to a the safety of time passed. It is what happens today that we focus. And the ability to observe, though expressed in a variety of tastes and opinions? that is how we face a rather unpleasant truth about ourselves.  We have existed before. Even if we agree we are reconfiguring our history, we have been here before. This is familiar territory. To reject or accept a belief that to justify our existence requires pennance for conscience is itself an idea that requires a uniqueness- illustrated perhaps as a thought experiment. What if you were able to consider yourself in a deeper historic, philosophical way- would it be sitting on a bench while history passes, selecting memories you understand but do not know? It makes speculative freemasonry a map, not a destination. The acceleration of opinions is nothing new to us.  We simply have means to produce and distribute at an unprecidented level. Meaning whether ideas adopted from others until we mature, or epiphany, is only tedious, fraught, when we make it so.  Speculative, as a collision of idealism and reality, or the blend of romantism with post modernism, saying we are tedious is an admission it takes attention and time to find the music in notes, truth in beauty.