My father always said that life is a joke, "In those parts of the Upper Nile inhabited by Black people all the way up to Uganda on one side and Ethiopia on the other, there emerged before the corning of either Christianity or Islam a Nilotic concept of a force which unified the whole of nature. Among Loo-speaking peoples, this force is sometimes referred to as JOK.
The spiritual part of man, the only part which survives death, is JOK, and it is the same power which is responsible for conception as well as for fortunes and misfortunes. Hence to the Nilote JOK is not an impartial universal power, it is the essence of every being, the forces which makes everything what it is, and God himself, the greatest JOK is life-force in itself, " * B,A. Ogoi, "Concept of JOK" African Studies #20 (1961}
Once I accepted the fact that my vision is unique I was in doubt whether I should set myself apart from the common possession of mankind, to which I so fondly and gratefully held fast. It became clear to me that every man should exemplify humanity in his own way, in a unique mixture of elements, so that humanity may be manifested in all ways and everything become actual which in the fullness of infinity can proceed from its womb.
Art represents our symbolic search for meaning. Art forms are those forms that we use to experience unity consciousness-that state of awareness that in its ultimate expression is pure love, not as an emotion, but as a truth at the heart of creation where we realize that we are not only made up of the same stuff but that we may be the same being with different disguises.
Our fantasies seek manifestation. The seeds of this manifestation are archetypes that embrace these poles of opposites. As we express this we manifest the future as freedom. People who have found freedom are the ones who have stepped out of the hypnosis of social conditioning. It's a motley group of sages, psychotics and geniuses that have broken through. They tread what ancient Vedic literature called the razor's edge, the potless pot, steeped in the ambiguities of human experience. And vet its our ticket to freedom. I think as we shed the burden of judgment we seek the expression of love, we find the universe, despite its ambiguity and confusion, is really a place of meaning.
It is a generally accepted truism that our greatest knowledge of ourselves often comes from painful experiences and emotions, in plain language, it may best be expressed as "no pain, no gain." I discovered this in retrospect, but suffice to say that I began a fruitful metaphysical journey due to an obsession with writing a book and a trip to the book store.
ORVILLE SPRINGS DECEMBER. 1995 DENVER, COLORADO