Dorothy did not go home

Loud is the word that best described the silence that followed the answer to my question, and did you know that we have two of these silences in our lifetimes? One at the end and another somewhere in the middle, and some of us only have one, and some of us have several because we’re forgetful, and did you know that loud silences are found on the uppermost branch of the tallest and rarest of human realizations, which is, that we are not discrete from the field (referred to by R. as the mirror mosaic), we are in and of the field, and we assimilate as we reflect the field, and the field holds every phenomenological and ontological thing in the universe, and maybe you’re wondering about the side effects of loud silences (if you haven’t already had one), and I’m here to say that nothing beyond the sudden inability to go home again happens, because there’s no place like home, but Dorothy did not go home, no, she did not go home, she clicked the (left and right) heels of gestalt and did not go home?

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6 thoughts on “Dorothy did not go home

  1. Hi A.,

    We may not be able or wanting to go home, but home has a way of following and occasionally overtaking us. Here is an aside: the definition of an expert is somebody who left home. I’ve often wondered how the concept of “home” plays upon the poor, the disconnected. If home was hell or rubble or now owned by someone else, what are those feelings of home? As to those epiphanies that occasionally come to us, it seems to me that few people take allow them to guide them in a concrete way. Of course, there is the exception, but normally the truths are forgotten in a whirl of damaging bullshit. Thanks. Duke

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    1. As you know, you can’t go home again is an idiom that fascinated Thomas Wolfe enough for him to use it as the title of his last book, and I agree with him, there’s something so natural about the figure of the words, the way it hits the mind and the heart in just the right ratios, maybe its the fibonacci sequence or something, who knows, all I know is that the gestalt silence in this bit is something like taking a girl home and finding out that she has a penis, and then finding out that you actually kind of dig the weirdness of that.

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  2. Well put Aaron. I remember the days of gestalt therapy which as Duke points out, didn’t always go that well as it got wrapped in BS… I think because such moments are not meant to be a perpetual existence otherwise why would we have been given this gift (curse) of the mortal experience?

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    1. This bit came by way of me coming across slash rediscovering the word gestalt and then going down the rabbit hole with it, and I think that’s what a gestalt silence might be, sort of, for the character whose mini monologue this is. From what I’ve read of Gestalt therapy, it makes intersections with quantum theory and eastern mysticism etc and I’ve always liked alloys you know, a little bit of this a little bit of that. Personally, I don’t respond to any formal type of therapy. I’m an autodidact for better or worse.

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  3. Home to live or home to visit?

    When I consider every exultant or deprived event within my surroundings I rarely fail to reconcile said event with the heat death of the Universe. My favorite quip when confronted with a challenge about my opinions or station in life is “Where do you see yourself in 100 years?” — Yeah, precisely.

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