Păssĭm or Passion

I have always had two hobby horses in my life. One is creativity, a middle of the road type of creativity – not for me the ‘art’ of a cow suspended in alcohol in a glass tank. I don’t consider that art, rather a deviant exploitative expression. Yet I defend the right to express that ‘art form’. No, my middle of the road boring creativity is limited to photography, preferably black and white, and oil painting – both self-taught, and both at which I am diabolically bad. God, at times even I cringe at what I ‘create’. My other hobby is happiness, hand in hand with pleasantness, married to politeness. My pet hate is betrayal steeped in secrecy acting as a poisonous chaperone between life-long ‘trusting’ companions.

As you may have guessed by now, my life is narcissistically and tribally merged in questioning and challenging the value of abstract obituaries where intellectual conceptualism masquerading as advanced awareness postures, when in reality it is cocooned in dearth of pure awareness.

Humankind has several cherished bedrocks. The entire species clutches at well-being as a measuring tape where self-opinion is a barometer of self-worth: and of one’s own specialness. Yet there is an amnesic refuge-seeking, so that groups can refuse to countenance the fact that the exact same thread runs through swathes of other human racial groups. This then means that each individual human-animal thinks it is unique and special. If only that was a truth.

It is this misnomer which is the cause of rite and ritual divide.

Let us face a fact. It is written in each and every scripture that killing somebody of a different faith practice is acceptable. Check the Bible. It states this. What, you cannot find the precise line or set of words advocating murder in the Bible? What next? You are going to tell me that Jesus of Nazareth wrote the Bible himself!

If you do find a passage about acceptance of murder in any of the scriptures, written in its original formal language by that religions originator, I will announce you as ‘God’. Because no such nonsense exists in any of the scriptures, at all.

So why the massive differences between humans?

Because we are ignorant of our own ignorance.

In Sikhism, the core essence is the defence of the weak and the vulnerable. Well, not actually. The weak do not need defending. So whence the high self-opinion that you as a Sikh must defend the defenseless? Because of a simple misunderstanding. The simple misunderstanding is to misread the protection of life from death as demanding defence of the weak. A Sikh raises arms against the oppressor to warn the latter about its own destiny with death. For, the mentality of an oppressor is to challenge life itself, thus accelerating life’s collaboration with death. An oppressor has a relationship with death. Its own.

But it is too much of a coward to either cut its own throat or pull the trigger to blow out its own its brains. Let me elucidate. A rock climber without any safety equipment is challenging death. It subconsciously seeks its own demise in as flamboyant a way as possible. Not for this delusional glory-seeker a simple overdose of pills; no, that is too simple, not ‘blazing enough’ in itself. Instead it glories in the perversion of claiming command over death when it has finished the climb not having met death.

If you tell this person to wear a safety harness, it smiles in your face as if you lack courage. In this instance, an adrenaline rush is perceived as courage.

If that is courage then what do we call a mother in a battered relationship, anxious to maintain that relationship because she intuitively knows a father is very important in the rearing of their children? Her choice to suffer mental and physical abuse, hidden from the children, is real courage. No adrenaline rush here. Just pure responsibility.

But why?

I started with the title “Păssĭm or Passion” – here I am using the Merriam Webster dictionary definition about păssĭm. Then, I spoke about the limit of my own creativity. The question men have to ask is that if it were not for the creativity of women, would a man even exist? For life is created by women and not by men. Men are the custodians of a life-form called sperm. But women have the internal capacity to induce birth from the chemistry that they are born with and are guardians of from birth, without the need of ‘sperm’. Men simply expedite the event.

In the creativity of life, men are Păssĭm whereas women are Passion. Passion stands for focus, determination and steadfastness. Man’s creativity is a passive unconcern for the welfare of living and life. Hence the mass killing, whether for commerce or pleasure, of each other and of non-human animals. Women, meanwhile, are motivated, moved and magnanimous in their desire to create and protect life.

Chivalry, gallantry, graciousness, politeness and good manners are some of the attributes that are meant to be automatic to Sikhs. Yet, Sikhs fail in most of these attributes. Men the world over need to consciously re-evaluate their existence in the scheme of creation.

You, as men, are born into a symmetry outside which you cannot exist. Why, then, do you abuse, destroy and de-create creation? I have just read a news item in which yet another ‘discovery’ has been made – that you use both sides of your brain for speech. Oh, wow. Well actually, this new discovery is progress from the decades old ‘discovery’ that one hemisphere of the brain was the speech centre. The item raised a wry smile in me, and I asked, how on earth does this help you as a man when, for whatever reason, you get into a needless argument with another driver about the right of way in European-centric countries?

Until peace has not become your personal mantra, and is input into every aspect of your life, what on earth is the point of ‘discovering’ that there is another planet out there identical to this planet? What, you want to poison that world as Europeans have poisoned this planet. No, it is not humans who have poisoned this planet. That accolade is entirely race European’s achievement.

Action in the form of male Europeans poisoning this planet is also passion, however it is a negative passion. I refuse to accept that race European women want to poison this planet. No, this accolade belongs only to the men of race European. It is they who have to clean up the poison that is strangling life on this planet. But greed as usual will get in the way.

I ask European men the following: what greed-based enthusiasm drives the maternal mothering instincts without which you as a man could not exist, let alone take birth?

European men, and men in general, do not need a lecture in advancing awareness to shame them into facing reality. All they need to do is study the basic principle of womanness.

Mirror the care, compassion and loyalty of the women who on a daily basis you interact with. For, it is women who are the actual teachers of inner awakening. No sod of a bloke sitting cross-legged atop a freezing mountain, his testicles having shriveled to the size of a pea, is going to mouth off a sacred mantra that will trip the light fantastic for you, and you alone, and sod the rest of humanity. Duck that nonsense, guys. Duck it.

Just value the women in your life, that’s all. Just value them.

In them lies true creativity.

And as for my out-of-focus, dodgy, black and white photography, guys, believe me, it is art, but maybe not as you would value it.

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