Wednesday, June 24, 2009
toulouse myself in wichita
Before my temporary move to Spain in January, I had an evening out with the fam to say bye. My brother feared that I would not ever come back from Europe, and he was not inaccurate in those worries. So, he gave me a gift to depart with: a picture of the two of us in a frame that was inscribed with "There's no place like home." Sweet, right? Little did he know what kind of foreshadowing had taken place.
Here is a description of the relationship between non-sense and enlightened intuition from Borges’s lecture on Buddhism:
We always think in terms of subject-object, cause-effect, logic-illogic, a thing and its opposite. We must go beyond these categories. According to the Zen masters, to reach truth through sudden intuition requires an illogical answer. The neophyte asks the teacher, “What is the Buddha?” The teacher answers: “The cypress is the orchard.” An answer which is completely illogical but which may awaken the truth. The neophyte asks why Bodhidharma [the monk] came from the West. The teacher replies: “Three pounds of linen.”
I'll spare you the gushy details. The short story goes something like this:
I was living in Madrid, Spain. While on vacation in Lisbon, Portugal, I met a boy in a tram. He's from Kansas, but was living in Toulouse, France at the time. We kept in touch. Silly things happened. I'm moving to Kansas.
I think it should also be said- to this day, we've only seen each other 6 days in person. Thank God for webcam.
I never thought I'd leave New York. This is the story of a big city girl gone midwest.