Presupposition
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In the branch of linguistics known as pragmatics, a presupposition (or ps) is an implicit assumption about the world or background belief relating to an utterance whose truth is taken for granted in discourse. Examples of presuppositions include:

Jane no longer writes fiction.
Presupposition: Jane once wrote fiction.

The greatest or most fundamental presupposition currently is that there is a separate individual self with choice (volition) and control, a separate self who is moving in time and space towards or into a future and leaving behind a past, operating in a thin sliver of something called ‘the present’ in which the boundary to both the past and the future is kind of invisible, unidentifiable- yet somehow solid and real.

To question the validity of this separate individual self would have been the equivalent of saying hundreds of years ago ‘Hey I think that the earth isn’t the centre of the universe- I think it travels around the sun.’  Madness- total madness- how ridiculous- we knowthe earth is the centre of the universe we know the sun rotates around the earth.  Poor oul Giordano Bruno was burned as a heretic in 1600 for supporting this new position.

Of course the shift was a shift in perspective- nothing actually changed when it was realized that the sun was the centre.  So it is with liberation, it’s the same ‘thing’ we’re looking at, there are sounds, ideas, cars, to do lists, Fridays, guitars, laughter, telephones ringing- and then there can be a falling away of the false centre that is adding itself to everything, instead of someone who hears a sound, there is a sound- it’s the same except that now it’s heard really, as it really is, boundless and complete and without the false addition of ‘me’.

It’s simple, too simple for the mind, that’s how it hides, by already being this, already being what is.  This is the constant invitation to see that what appears to be happening is what you have always looked for.  Stunning.

Just stumbled on this recently, taken a few years ago now in Silver Strand beach Galway. The poem isn’t new either- but then again- everything is new isn’t it!! The link at the bottom is the Towns Van Zandt clip that is referred to in the poem

Now for ya (Ya, No, Now.)

You said it, in as much
As it could be said
As we gathered round
One end of your kitchen table
In open friendship

Full from the food you fed us
The three of us sat as if
In a huddle before a big game,
An excitement at the immediate playing
Out of it, not some anticipated start.

You raised your hands
In cadence to the words as if
Conducting the statement to disclaim –
I Know nothing about anything,
No, nothing about anything, at all. Then

You said it, how despair
Became so full it pushed you out
Squeezed you out, leaving no room,
no time no you to relate to it, own it.
Leaving no you,

Leaving just this,
gone and You never
Really came back
You never really were
There to begin

With that, an image
Of you vacuum packed
Out of yourself by that
Which you pushed away,
That which you ran from;

This

Jamie then shot off towards Smiths
Like a shooting star or an expanding
Supernova, somehow lightened by
the hopelessness, the delightful lack
Of hope for anything better. It’s the very

Same centrifugal force that’s always
ready to pull you out of the false
Centre you feel you’re looking
out of, constantly inviting, the only
constant in total free-fall…

Oh the free-fall of an old
Texan blacksmith streaming
Through to tell us about
living simply, wholesome.
Or was it simply living?

Townes played his sad song and
Tears flowed down his
Leathered cheeks as if to show
That real strength is
Forged in vulnerability.

His advise tempered our taste
for the fine single malt Scotch whisky
you produced out of nowhere. Imagine that
Something out of nothing!
So there we were

And there we are, Still, in the dead empty centre
Of nowhere with no-thing to hold onto, so
Ya, you just said it,
No-It was said.
Now for ya.

Nothing to report, nope. Nada.
Nothing (is everything)
and right now
the wind’s blown some rain in
and right now…

I could never keep up.

This is it, still, just this. Hmm, wow.

Here’s a shot of Lynzi and Alan on their way to having a blessing on the beach in Inish boffin a few weeks ago. I haven’t been blogging or making any smaller changes to the site as I planned to overhaul it and get Life in Freefall going. I moved in with the lovely Maria, which is very nice but I haven’t sorted out broadband as it’s in the sticks and options are few, which isn’t so nice. So same old story really, it’ll happen when it happens. I’ve done quite a few weddings though, and that’s been a lot of fun. So that’s a little update for you now.