THE ENNEADS OF PLOTINUS – ON THE GOOD, OR THE ONE.
“But in proportion as the soul goes towards the formless, since it is utterly unable to comprehend it because it is not delimited and, so to speak, stamped by a richly varied stamp, it slides away and is afraid that it may have nothing at all.” (VI-9-3)
Should one walk into a doorway leading into nothingness, the invisible, surely they would shrink from entering into it, unwilling to put aside their own sense of self. It is by far much easier to seat ourselves behind antique wooden desks and to write of such things, than lift a finger to participate. To think upon this doorway when we are but miles away from its crossing point brings to mind a romanticism that can easily keep one in the perpetual dance of discursive tango lessons. Perhaps it is through the dizziness brought on through endless circles of dance that we accidentally stumble into her opening. Surely surrender is for beggars, harlots, gypsy rovers but not I, a sweet fragrance and ascending smoke upon the alter of sacredness; is it for this reason that the first will be made last and the last first…