May 2003
The rope is hanging from nowhere of above the clouds. The man is strongly holding onto it. He doesn’t want to look down under his feet, coz he is afraid of a height. But he is tired so much – it’s not easy to hold on to the rope all the time. Eventually he lets one finger off, then – another…he still has a grip to that rope, but to his surprise he is not falling down yet. He let his whole one hand off the rope – still there…still hanging…He looks up to the sky – just the clouds there, nothing transparent, no light, no certainty.
Finally he decides to give up the rope – it’s better to fall down and to crash, then to be clinging to illusion. And he lets the rope go. To his surprise, he didn’t fell. Apparently, all this time he was just standing there, on the ground, but coz he never looked down, he never realised it…
How often are we holding onto our “ropes” without understanding that we stand on ground? This could be rope of illusion, dreams or – of a bitter past. What’s on a ground for us? Is it good or is it – bad – to stand firmly down there? What are we loosing by loosing our ropes?
Strange that up until this day I still don’t know the answer…Do you?