Resistance II

The title of this post has nothing to do with its content. That's the influence of Modernism on my writing. I'm pondering more on the subject of accounts. Those instances that allow you to become closer to wholeness. Those encounters, readings-I had to stop and think-those moments that the unfortunate miss. The accounts Wordsworth suggest'd help'd to shape his creativity. I don't think fear determines my movements. There still exist a wanting of certainty; to eliminate any source of doubt.

After Some Reflection

I haven't written, or gave attention, to my blog in a while. That may be why I'm experiencing the dis-harmony that I've noticed within myself. It is not the attention to the blog obviously that brings the harmony, but the writing. The attention to self. I've been telling myself alot lately about incorporating more the habit of writing; the habit of dialogue with the self. There is no doubt that this would be more constructive than some of my frequent encounters. I'm looking forward to my visit to the ocean this coming week. I'm looking forward to bonding with Mecca; but ,too, I'm looking forward to gazing at the ocean and re-creating that energy; re-connceting with the source; re-aligning myself with the Most High Intelligence. This is what will be required to move to that next level; that next phase; that higher stratum.

A Reflection...

This thing of immediacy is a constant negation. I'm now seeing the resistance as a negation to the I (that self-consciousness). One not only has to acknowledge the Other, but, he should love it as well. As Derrida would assert, there is no differing the differance....

The Dialectic

Presently, I'm laboring at understanding Hegel's dialectic and its relation to selfhood. I have to ask the question, is the acknowledgement from the Other, similar to, or run in the same vein of Derrida's differring the differance. In essence, is it acknowledgement that makes us healthy? Does that make the Kantian "I" whole? Is that what ultimately creates the restlessness in resistance?

Will...

I'm sitting here reflecting on the will it's going ultimately to take to attain a Phd. The patience; the persistence; moreover, the fortitude. There has to be a will to want to go in a student and come out of the fight a doctor. To enter a student and emerge a colleague. To leave behind, maybe, eighty or so percent of the population. This is my goal over the next several years. For no other reason than I can. To challenge myself and those behind me. To eventually emerge a voice for the Other; a voice for the marginalized; a voice for the disfigured.

The Debate on Arabic in the Mosque....

I find it absurd that there are American Muslims debating the use of English in the Masjid. Who is the spokesperson for the American Muslims? Have we moved so far away from sanity that we don't even care to understand what is said in the Jumu'ah; more importantly, with language there is an element of culture that comes with it. There are many muslims (African-Americans) that believe the sunnah, the way of the prophet (s), means to follow, literally, the way of the prophet; without really examining the principles that are prescribed. To implement totally the Arabic language in Jumu'ah or the masjid period would ultimately mean to implement an Arab psyche/psychology....regardless how much Arabic is learn'd, if one cannot THINK, one will still remain in the primitive ages. If one is born of Arabic speaking parents, one should learn there language to instill a knowledge of self; but, to think it's an obligation from God, only instills more spookism to the faith!

Solitude...

I may have express'd this thought before, but I'm wanting to spend more time alone. I'm finding a comfort with my own self. I'm allowing others' ideas to create a restless spirit that I'm growing impatient with. The fragment of cowardice that is part of those Beings; this idea of mediocrity that people work to defend....