Conversations For Transformation: Essays Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard

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Essays By Laurence Platt

Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard

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Full On You

Cowboy Cottage, East Napa, California, USA

Thanksgiving Day, November 27, 2008



"People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening." ... Simon and Garfunkel, The Sounds of Silence

This essay, Full On You, is the sequel to Future Perfect.

It is the also the third in a group of nine written on Thanksgiving Day:
  1. The Friends Of The Landmark Forum In South Africa
  2. Simple Things
  3. Full On You
  4. Regular Guy
  5. No Line
  6. Orchid Leaves
  7. Service: The Same Game Played In A Whole New Way
  8. Coming From Love
  9. Velcro Faces
in that order.




The inspiration you are ignites creativity.

I'm not necessarily referring to the kind of creativity which uses me to paint a masterpiece - although it may be. Neither am I necessarily referring to the kind of creativity which uses me to write The Great American Novel  - although it might be. It's not even necessarily the kind of creativity which uses me to repaint and refurnish my house in extraordinary ways - although it could be. The inspiration you are ignites the kind of creativity which uses me to invent the possibility that I create my life, that I'm the source of my life, that I'm the source of the quality  of my life, indeed that I'm the source of the quality of Life itself.

Ignites, referring to the miraculous way you ignite creativity, isn't quite analagous to rubbing two sticks together to start a fire. That's not quite it, even as ingenious as it may be. It's more like detonates, as in detonating the explosion which brings sub-critical masses of fissile material together, creating critical mass which releases nuclear fission power beyond imagination.

However, even though now you get my implication, I'll still say the inspiration you are ignites  creativity because it works better than to say the inspiration you are detonates  creativity

Suddenly that which was never deemed possible becomes possible. Suddenly the resigned mundane, our carefully thought through  resigned mundane, the resigned mundane we've all wisely determined  is the only safe  operating principle in Life, is vanquished, disappears, is gone  ... just ... like  ... that. It's literally blown away.

Ordinarily when I refer to being blown away  I'm referring to the state of awareness which sets in just after something which defies comprehension  occurs. It's the incredulity accompanying that which couldn't happen  happening. It's the sudden, shocked sitting bolt upright and awake  when something deemed impossible  decisively shows up larger than life and twice as natural.

That's not what's implied here. Here, what's blown away  by your detonated explosion of creativity, what's vanquished is the resigned mundane. What disappears is the state of muddied awareness which accompanies the hopelessness, the thwartedness, and the frustratedness of submitting to tired old beliefs and conclusions about Life eg that it creeps on and on and on at a brain‑numbingly petty pace (as William Shakespeare may have said). Here I'm implying blown away  quite literally.

What remains in the aftermath of your detonated explosion of creativity, is a new, wide open realm of infinite possibility. And even before I get to act freely in this new, wide open realm of infinite possibility, I'm stopped. I'm standing here stopped, in awe of what you've wrought. I'm in awe of how you got to be who you are ie how you created yourself  to be who you are so that your mere speaking  can open new worlds, can generate new universes, can bring forth possibility from the erstwhile impossible. I'm standing here stopped, amazed at what you've set up. I'm amazed at how you got to be who you are ie how you created yourself  to be who you are so that my mere listening  can receive new worlds, can open to new universes, can distinguish possibility from the erstwhile impossible.

I'm at a standstill. I'm stationary, unmoving. I'm full. Even in this new space of pure creativity, nothing's coming forth. Absolutely nothing. I'm that  full. I've forgotten the Japanese gourmet's injunct to stop when I'm 80% full. I'm totally 100% full  and more.

I'm full on You.



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