“I felt like shouting at him: Notice me! I'm awake just like you. I'm in pain too. Hear me! Hear me!" From Stefan Zweig, Woman and Nature.
We're so fussy about everything, my friend. Like those trying to collect snowflakes in a hole bucket. Even worse: like those who gather light from the sun with their palms. Transients have blown our minds. There is no time left to pay attention. No, there is time, but there is no consciousness. We live without noticing the traces of mercy/wisdom. I don't know how to get rid of this disease from people, who are people, from myself. I'm not pessimistic. Those who know God cannot be pessimistic. But I am worried. I can't bring spring. Is this the last winter?
We're out of curiosity.
He has a solution for everything.
The hungry will surely come to his sustenance.
But now hunger is not felt.
It has problems not with the existence of things, but with the necessity of the beyond.
Even talking about it makes them turn their heads, constrict, and feel like they're in the wrong place. It's easy, at least, to be able to offer answers to a caller, leaving a 'what if'. But how do we deal with those who don't care? How do we turn the attention to the right address? How will they leave the debris on the river's surface and turn their eyes to the sun? This intense interest in small things, fanfare, seduction, drunkenness results in a deep indifference towards the greatest truth. The transients are so tinsel that they make you forget eternity.
The other name for it, my friend, is to call trouble. Because trouble takes care of the trash. Bela reset it to factory settings. Bela summons the original human being. But then only the bad ones won't get hurt! Due to the secret test, calamities strike everyone. Thus, against the deserving and the undeserving, "What is it that has come to me?" he can run away. With such choices, he can prove that he deserves hell. This is our test. The door to the mind is opened, but the old man is not taken away.
God always needs his son, right? Not like. They think without thinking that it is. They mean unintentionally. It turns out that they don't think about it. Ultimately, evil is non-existent. My mentor also says: “Mostly, surely, heresy and evil are negative and destructive, inhuman and corrupting. And for the most part, guidance and goodness are positive and bodily, and they are reconstruction and repair.” Their indifference gives body to the 'thought that they think so'. Like an order. From the absence of its existence comes the existence of its absence.
Everything happens so much and quickly, and there are so many reasons, my friend. A standstill. Focus job. First of all, attention is 'taking time'. So you have to devote some of your time to what you pay attention to. Moments when you don't take time, you don't pay attention to it. (Isn't this always like this?) Just as you can divide time into moments, you can also divide your interests/orientations into attention. "I woke up. I noticed this first. Then I noticed this. Then to this: Worships actually require such careful times from us.
Let us consider the relationship between spouses. How do they notice the 'indifference' that sometimes leads to divorce? Isn't it because you don't have time? Isn't loneliness experienced when we are together, if there is no careful orientation? Being alone does not always mean that one is bodily so. It means that he 'thinks that there is no careful direction' of him. In his life, there is no 'feeling of being understood and cared for' that can only be the result of a careful orientation. This is what is meant to be said. The wife, who put her head on the pillow and cried, said, “I am so lonely!” The youth who scribbled his sentence underlines this fact: “No one is paying attention to me.” The measure of this attention may be different. But one thing is certain: the second thing will not happen in between. We are looking for that at least with attention.
We can understand why it is not believable for someone who watches TV to say "I work for you" while listening to his wife. They await 'careful direction', the hunger of creation. An awareness of detail, perhaps noticing a change, discerning a dress bought that day, reading their joys and sorrows on their faces, makes them think that they are not thrown away/forgotten in a corner of life and that they are always considered remarkable.
We need to know, my friend, that someone is paying attention, listening, hearing our pain and therefore caring for us. But how do we remember this need again? Are we waiting for remarkable disasters to come? It is the same in family matters. Carelessness brings disaster in any business. As if the entity was set up for attention. It is as if this is the secret of the words. It also focuses on human-human relations. Asset-entity relations.
Doesn't it host such a chanting class again?
Every minute you remember, seek his approval, and ask for his mercy, exists endlessly. Because the attention is given to whatever it is in the name of, it adds a contemplative existence.
