stands in the holy nights of listening to. In listening, I wrote last week, we still are. "We listen to what is coming, what the beginning, beckoning, change means, what will be born and our listening needs to arrive in the present can." In the comments on my text on it was an interesting twist that occupied me ever since.
The phrase has to do with a question, with this: If the inner listening not always - perhaps hidden - question is why? You can listen without asking? Does listening not easy to have a question that reflected in the fact that we want to hear something? Or perhaps another way, if a will exists, in this case, a will to listen, then we can say that in so we always have a - living matter - perhaps hidden?
opens in this shift from listening to the questions, a major issue that has not only the listening, but at all to do with the will. One could understand the will as an unconscious mental activity - in the will we sleep, until we are fully awake thinking - which would generally be defined as the source of our questions. The phrase thus includes three steps: the first step leads to listen, to listen as the second question, the third party on the question-and-willing.
I will always hear SOMETHING. If we pursue this thought, we come inevitably to Plato, who said that we can only yearn for something we already know - we're just forgotten. All willing and therefore all questions is from the perspective of the Greek philosophers to the fact that there once was a connection, a kind of uniform and circular relationship, but which is lost. Plato says that we are always looking to heal what is broken. This view is one of the core idea of a spiritual view of life, and it essentially means that only that touched me, what is (already) to me.
the (Aristotelian) objection is obvious: In the Platonic view, there can be no such thing as the "New". I let the tension between old and new for today simply hang in the air. To Plato, however, not to be standing there naked, in this respect only one remark: the New is for Plato, particularly in the return of the old. New is have his view, what we realize from the area of loss recaptured.
But what is really a question? Exciting is what "ask" the linguists have to say about the verb. The word is so only in the German and Dutch Language before (vragen), and is surprisingly akin to "groove" (field line). The basic meaning of the verb is: "dig and tear," and so we arrived in fact in the area of wanting: first, because the unconscious wish always stirs again, and secondly because the act of questioning leads to some turmoil. It's like a field: to allow new life, it must be agitated.
The inner and outer listening could therefore take place simultaneously in two directions: I listen to "Something" (a delicate mood in me, the singing of a blackbird at dusk), and try me so into my ears to go that I'm really in, with and in this "something". To achieve this, I somehow lose something "strange" (although perhaps not so strange). And I move simultaneously inward to that place where I'm at and with me and where my "gentle Will" (Georg cool wind) makes itself felt.
The perfect act of listening means as seen two things: I sleep in "something" one (I lost) and wake up in a question to (find myself), who was already unconscious before my question, but will wake up to the conscious question . If, for example the enchanting singing of a blackbird's, falls with immediately, which contains my lifelong question: What makes a passionate mix of melancholy, trust and gratitude, devotion to this heart-wrenching farewell? And I know why I do not like my friends and relatives accompany the platform: This passionate way of farewell, I am always hard to do. I prefer to say simply: Bye!
With what question I live in this holy night? I'm sitting in my kitchen writing this and listening to Johann Sebastian Bach's "Well Tempered Clavier". I never know whether I hate or love Bach, and in any case, he touched me again and again. And my question is clear to all: I would like To write and live as he has made music. make the myriad and diverse motives for life despite all the dissonance transparent, that's what I long for me today, there's my question, which is what I want. I thank my readers for this great turn, and had one question: what do you want?
