The Crucible of Representation

Tales of the Aryan Imperative : VIII

 

 

 

 

When we seek the person who takes our place in representative government, we realize that its not possible to find him. We are left staring into the skylight of the rotunda, wondering about the mysteries of nature as much as the enigma of government. In that we are coming to understand the nature of representative intangibles.

 

Someday we may find it and when we do, we may realize that it was in the nature of responsibility, the high and the even higher of it. We may then be left wondering about our role in it, the extent to which we brought our will to the understanding.

 

The light above the rotunda is intangible but we know it comes from the sun. As a matter of principle, we have always insisted that there ought to be such a representation of all our thoughts. But this day, given the experiences we have encountered, we may find a curios omission of a physical representation. It is at this time that the veil falls to reveal the role of lover that we have always acquiesced to.

 

In the absence of the physical we are provided with other options. The opportunity to compare and create relative associations. How come the domes on temples and other places of worship resemble the rotunda of political administrative buildings or even other buildings in town? The statue of a Nike on top of buildings, for instance, isn't that somewhat curios?

 

So what do we do in the absence of a physical reference? We fashion something from the non-physical ... an idea ... a symbol ... to do the needful. We engage words to bring it to life and we are sometimes profoundly affected by such expressions. It ought to be the right word of course and certainly the right way to approach the effort. Or we could just be ourselves.

 

On the day that such words and expressions burn in the crucible of our being we might inquire as to the truth or lie of it. And then find out, just what is it about ourselves, that makes us what we are.