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The Young Young Man's Story, Ch1 Part 2
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story--Ch1-Part-2-e2fsed

Continued from Part 1: https://is.gd/ig6fWa
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - 'When my mother had so stupidly said in response to my displeased reaction at missing the fly, hitting and exploding the light-bulb: "Well we can't be perfect," I knew it was based on a short-sighted and limited perspective. And I said most earnestly: "Why not?" Rhetorical to my mother, but not to me. And lol, little did I know, not to the Universe either.
The first thing I did, right then...'
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - '...was to go to my room, close the door, lie down, and...Think.
I thought, well, why can't one be perfect? Then I thought, well to be perfect, one, first of all, has to know what perfection means. I thought about what I had heard in this regard. Stuff like: "Well who would want to be perfect, that would be sooo boring." !!! Just blew my mind. Made no sense. if it was boring it would hardly be perfect. Really? The logic! Confounded me how people could say something which was so obviously and plainly self-contradictory. but I saw then how they just believed ideas, believed what they had heard, and had not thought about it. Just could not make sense, so I threw it out.
Then there was the idea that perfection is impossible to attain. This made more sense. But still, it troubled me. So I thought yes, but who is saying what that standard is. I had no answer. So I thought I would make my own. I would figure it out.'
L: - "I've been wanting to hear this story! :) "
The Young Man: - 'I thought about it for a long time. Formulating this way and that. Looking at perfection from every angle I could. If perfection couldn't be boring, then it must be fun, enjoyable, even more, rapturous, blissful, ecstatic and so on. Thus perfection would be what we would want. Also fulfilling, satisfying on all levels. However, we didn't always know what we wanted, through lack of imagination, but, we always could recognise what we *didn't* want. We'd want something different, if we could... Thus I Thought-It-Through-To-The-End, until eventually I came up with this definition of Perfection:
"Perfection is the state, from which, if one had the power to change anything at all, one would not do so."
Just like that, punctuation and all. That's how I ended up with it.'
L: - "Good definition! Makes sense!"
The Young Man: - 'I took my definition to heart, for me it was then my goal. Because when I had said "Why not?" it had been a profoundly Earnest question. A statement also, a statement of amazed wonder. I was astonished in that "Why Not?' that this was not automatically a goal and a motivation. My "Why not?" was the shock of realization this was not obviously so for my mother, and by implication, all in that one moment, not generally so.'
L: - "Hmmm..."
The Young Man: - 'But to me, not something I was willing to forgo as a life goal, as a personal goal. I felt incredibly strongly, that how could one *NOT* pursue Perfection. It was the only logical thing to do in life.'

L: - "Wow ..."
The Young Man: - 'Haha why Hmmm? Because of the Implication inherent in her statement that this was not a goal generally?'
L: - "Oh no! Like I was thinking. ...that's all! Got me thinking. ...Don't stop!!"
The Young Man: - 'Ah lol, no no, much more to come. I'll say, The End, when done. :)
That most obvious logical goal of perfection, how could it be anything else, surely this was the goal for all? Amazed my mind. But it was so to me. I didn't care it wasn't so for my mother, or anyone else for that matter. I had always known she was a silly person despite being intelligent. So didn't overly surprise me. But it was that, *WE.*'
The Implication *others* may also believe as she did was disturbing. Not of course that there were obviously others like her, that was obviously so, but that it was *generally* so by implication of the *we,* and her tone, general demeanour and all the other ways we communicate, she wasn't referring to any limited group. When I put it all together, had to be general.”
L: - "Ahah!"
The Young Man: - 'If such an obvious goal wasn't generally seen to be so, had to be because of the flawed conception of Perfection. Haha yes, I thought conception then. Don't ask me how.
That's why I had to examine the Concept and definition of Perfection. But didn't end there... Once I had my definition I set about what was to become a lifelong habit...'
Continued in Part 3...
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Published on October 26, 2018 09:48
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The Young Young Man's Story, Ch1 Part 1
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story--Ch1-Part-1-e2flif

Chapter 1 - The Day The Light-Bulb Exploded
“The Young Man had been chatting with a friend,” Biella explained, “part of a months-long Extended Conversation, some of it lost. We pick up the story in the middle somewhere. The Young Man once commented there were no starts to his stories. Wherever started, one had to accept something came before. He said the starts to his stories had to be endured, as they soon became clear. One just had to stick around for a bit.”
Biella grinned, enjoying the mystery she was setting. "... and so it is here.” Biella smiled fondly, she loved this recounting. about as complete as could be when it came to the Young Man. “Actually the story is of the Young Young Man, *and* of the Young Boy.”
“Bonus!!” said Ursula, “I'm assuming those terms he himself used, yes?”
“Yes indeed. They mark distinct phases of his life. We start right in the thick of an interaction, somewhat of a lead up before we get to the younger stories. Okay, are you all ready?” Receiving unanimous confirming nods she said, “Right, good, here goes:
The Young Man was saying, '... Okay now a story concerning this is needed, lol.
So....
'So as You know, at the end of my Grand Reading Project, of reading all the classics in Religion, Philosophy, and Literature, it all culminated in the U bringing Carlos to me.And it was like just exactly what I had been Intending...'”
Biella sent a link to everyone in the group: Reading Story, with a note: 'Details of the Reading Story written separately by him at another date.'
“The Young Man had continued: 'I had set to work reading all of Carlos, with my red pen very very busy. At that time his books weren't all published yet either. I pulled all of those red pen parts and wrote them into a huge notebook, hardcover. this was just before computers. Then I arranged my extracts and drew that first primitive info-graphic...'”
L: - "Wow!"
The Young Man: - 'This was before my Heart and I had the restaurant, but later I bought a computer for it, and, spreadsheets! What a miracle they were. You probably remember maybe also when they first appeared, so revolutionary. Fantastic stuff.'
L: - "Haha yeah, I like em."
The Young Man: - 'I took all my underlined parts, was a lot, more than one book's worth, and typed it all into a spreadsheet. Lol, no scanners yet,'
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - 'Then, as I typed all that in, I put the page numbers in a column, I also added tags, ha, long before tags. But to me they were categories, headings or groupings. Like say all the parts I had underlined concerning *Dreaming.*I wanted to be able to sort them into different concepts, so I could have all the pulls on a topic in one place. Some went into multiple sections. I arranged and sorted it all, with three different main formats. Lol. I must have read those books a dozen times each, the first eight.'
L: - "Wow! That's how it all started!"
The Young Man: - 'Well no. It all started The Day the Light-bulb Exploded. This is the tail end. I'll get to that story in a bit.
One main format was: The Warrior's Way - all the pulls in the same order as the books. Then I had another book with the same pulls, but arranged by topic. Like Dreaming, Death as an Adviser, Erasing Personal History, etc. arranged under subheadings. Much as DJ had grouped many of them. Like, Assuming Personal Responsibility, Eliminating Self-Importance, and using Death as an Adviser he said were all techniques for Erasing Personal History. There were also three others.
But anyway. Erasing Personal History was one of a few techniques all geared to Stopping the Internal Dialogue. I arranged all these under those main headings for the topics book. Or that was the final result. And remember, this is coming after the great reading project. So not discovery anymore, but Manifestation!'
L: - "This sounds like how the philosophy started to materialise. Yes manifest, haha."

The Young Man: - 'Ah no - this I have to emphasise, that's what I am trying to say. The Philosophy was in place long before Carlos. Before the Grand Reading Project also. But of course I did not have the Perspective to fully see, or realise this.
Manifestation yes. That's what it was to me, fantastic. I had accumulated so so so much before I even started that great books campaign. From my own field studies, from my intense Thinking-It-Through-To-The-End sessions. Haha, I couldn't even then leave any idea alone until I had figured it out. An intense something for an already intense and earnest person who also happened to be a teenager. :)
The Gift of Carlos, was not only everything I had red-lined throughout all the reading project, but also all my own material, nicely together in one place, and, the critical part, in great language!!!This was key. None of the concepts in Carlos were new, which surprises most people who know his work, especially those who are into it. But all his stuff was around before him, just all spread out. That's exactly what I had encountered in my reading project. No one had it all nice and contained. I had recognised most of what's in Carlos, from the reading, but mostly from myself, however, his arrangement was cohesive, a huge important difference. Or at least DJ had it all together.
Haha there's actually a "debunker" of Carlos who wrote a book specifically showing where else all the concepts are found from others. Richard B something if I remember correctly.What's so awesome for me with Carlos, was not the originality of the philosophy, because it isn't in its individual aspects, but that it was all nicely and more or less coherently in one place. However also not the most exciting part, it was the language...
I have to back up a bit here....
From the Day the Light-Bulb Exploded, that's the day the philosophy started. *My* Philosophy. That was a day I consciously and deliberately began a Pursuit of Perfection. *MY* definition of Perfection. This defining the very first act of Philosophising I undertook deliberately. Right on that very day. That's when it all started...
Continued in Part 2: https://is.gd/vBkmav
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Published on October 24, 2018 22:52
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The Young Young Man's Story, Ch1 Part 3
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story--Ch1-Part-3-e2g3cr
Continued from Part 2 : https://is.gd/2mH4dr
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - 'Testing and Checking! I set about checking my hypothesis, what it was to me at that stage. I guess I had an inbuilt humility, that went along with an inbuilt ability to question the world. I mean when I look back now it amazes me. I can write about it only because I am so disconnected by time from that boy I can be more objective. In the objectivity is an amazement at what these mindsets came from. They were just out there some of them.
Of course later I made concerted efforts to acquire mindsets and abilities, but those two, among some others, were there from the get go.'
L: - "You brought them with you!"
The Young Man: - 'Yes! So it seems. But lol don't side-track me with that story. I made a post about it - couple I think.
Anyway, so I set off with my hypothesis and proceeded to check it out. To see how valid it was. I started by asking people what they thought Perfection was. Haha, I knew so clearly I had to ask randomly, without revealing why, so I could get accurate answers which weren't influenced by my agenda. I knew that then!'
L: - "OK lol ..."
The Young Man: - 'I encountered more of what I had already heard. Just in detail. That field study was most illuminating!'
L: - "You are sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me Happy when skies are gray .. (On right now. :) )"
The Young Man: - 'Oh YAY! Yes you are that. (heart)
Yeah, it's a massive lol to me now. I knew if I said why, they would try and present arguments to me to counter what I had come up with. But this is not so amazing really. Remember that was in a very conservative culture at the time. "Ideas" was almost a dirty word. People who had "Ideas" were seen as being full of themselves. And egotistical.'
L: - "(Heart) Hahaha teehee."
The Young Man: - 'Also, there was a very specific big deal unspoken undercurrent Perspective: The 11th Commandment: "THOU SHALT NOT QUESTION!!"'
L: - "Wow ...don't ask why!"
The Young Man: - 'This had always stuck with me. It went against me, to my core. From the earliest that was just *Wrong.*
Oh, that, thou shalt not question, is prevalent in all very conservative societies. Because questions threaten stability. Questions are change. Questions expose. Many reasons.'
L: - "oooohh ....

Continued from Part 2 : https://is.gd/2mH4dr
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - 'Testing and Checking! I set about checking my hypothesis, what it was to me at that stage. I guess I had an inbuilt humility, that went along with an inbuilt ability to question the world. I mean when I look back now it amazes me. I can write about it only because I am so disconnected by time from that boy I can be more objective. In the objectivity is an amazement at what these mindsets came from. They were just out there some of them.
Of course later I made concerted efforts to acquire mindsets and abilities, but those two, among some others, were there from the get go.'
L: - "You brought them with you!"
The Young Man: - 'Yes! So it seems. But lol don't side-track me with that story. I made a post about it - couple I think.
Anyway, so I set off with my hypothesis and proceeded to check it out. To see how valid it was. I started by asking people what they thought Perfection was. Haha, I knew so clearly I had to ask randomly, without revealing why, so I could get accurate answers which weren't influenced by my agenda. I knew that then!'
L: - "OK lol ..."
The Young Man: - 'I encountered more of what I had already heard. Just in detail. That field study was most illuminating!'
L: - "You are sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me Happy when skies are gray .. (On right now. :) )"
The Young Man: - 'Oh YAY! Yes you are that. (heart)
Yeah, it's a massive lol to me now. I knew if I said why, they would try and present arguments to me to counter what I had come up with. But this is not so amazing really. Remember that was in a very conservative culture at the time. "Ideas" was almost a dirty word. People who had "Ideas" were seen as being full of themselves. And egotistical.'
L: - "(Heart) Hahaha teehee."
The Young Man: - 'Also, there was a very specific big deal unspoken undercurrent Perspective: The 11th Commandment: "THOU SHALT NOT QUESTION!!"'
L: - "Wow ...don't ask why!"
The Young Man: - 'This had always stuck with me. It went against me, to my core. From the earliest that was just *Wrong.*
Oh, that, thou shalt not question, is prevalent in all very conservative societies. Because questions threaten stability. Questions are change. Questions expose. Many reasons.'
L: - "oooohh ....
Published on October 27, 2018 09:00
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch1 Part 4
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch1-Part-4-e2gcl7

Continued from Part 3: https://is.gd/225eFE
L: - "Haha yeah......
Published on October 29, 2018 09:31
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch1 Part 5
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch1-Part-5-e2gigc

Continued from Part 4: https://is.gd/SHXWsC
The Young Man: - My task was to figure out just how exactly I was going to implement my objective. The first and most obvious was to look at when I had done something stupid. Which at ten, was much more often than I would have liked. :)
Starting with my mindless behaviour was obvious. But not simple...
I didn't think I *was* stupid. Yet I was keenly aware of silly and worse things I had done. A conundrum.
How could I have been so foolish when I wasn't a total idiot?
I sorted the nonsensical behaviour. Okay, some were because I had simply been ignorant. I hadn't known better. Ignorance, I knew even then, was not the same as stupidity.
I remembered one incident in particular., happened when I was about five...
This incident had affected me profoundly when it occurred. Because I had at the time, become thoroughly aware I could do things without knowing better. And I had become Aware I could act not knowing the consequences. It had been profound at five. And has never left me.
That incident became a large part of what was to follow...
Continued in Chapter 2 - A Young Boy's Story...
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Published on October 30, 2018 09:40
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch2 Part 1
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch2-Part-1-e2gqf7

Continued from Ch1 Part 5: https://is.gd/IO9usy
Chapter 2 - A Young Boy's Story - The Rock Incident:
The Young Man: - The family had been visiting in another town. Us kids were all out in the yard, a whole bunch. There was a fence. On the other side more kids.For whatever reason, one of those kids threw some stones at someone on "our" side. Stones were thrown back and the other side responded with more stones again.This immediately struck me as silly. In my five-year-old bubble, the logic was nonsensical. We were just doing the same as them and could not possibly "win.” To me the solution was so obvious. A solution which, from my limited Awareness of the time, I was amazed no-one had thought of.I would go to the next step. It was so obvious.
I picked up a large rock.
I remember thinking so clearly: "I'll just go all the way to the end.” I recall thinking it through all the way. Lol. To the end of my five-year-old bubble.I extrapolated the inevitable pointlessness of slightly larger stones, and then them larger, and then us bit larger still. Eventually we would end up with the biggest in the yard. It just seemed a massive waste of time.
No, I would go right to the end straight away. I felt the Sensibility of it as a good thing!!!So I picked up the largest rock I could, or which was available, and hurled it over the fence...
Have to pause the story here, I kinda want to take a break now... Okay?
L: "Haha.... of course... To be continued... Great job!!"
The Young Man: - Lol, just teasing ....right at the cliffhanger. Haha, literally a bit of cliff hanging in the air.
L: - "Haha... I know!"
The Young Man: - No no, can't stop now surely, so...
The rock hits a little girl right on the forehead, just off to the left side right by the hairline. I can still clearly see the blood streaming down her face.But what happened next is the most incredible part...
I did not immediately know my missile had been responsible. There was some gap between my thinking of the logic of the situation and how to resolve it, and the ensuing consternation with the injury.I became aware it was my rock which had done this. I do not remember going to the other side of the fence, but that's where my memory resumes. With me seeing the little girl with blood streaming down her face. Somehow becoming aware it had been my rock which had caused the injury.
Someone I think was explaining, or pointing out what happened. My thoughts at the time were of amazement! I had no idea that could happen!!

But I was somewhat baffled. What had happened to the little girl was so obviously not good. She was actually my age but that's how I saw her. I was sorry for her.Interestingly, she didn't cry. Just stood there with blood running down her face on one side.But I was not happy with this development. I didn't feel responsible either. That I knew then, as a five-year-old. Yes, I knew it was my rock which had hit her. But I knew my action, and the rock hitting her, were separate events. And I also knew there was more.
I knew then, right there, standing in front of that little girl, that there was a massive error in the logic of the whole thing. It just did not make sense. That was my overwhelming feeling. Not a *Logical* sense. I felt strongly it didn't all add up.
L: - "❔"
The Young Man: - We left, and amazingly I did not get into any trouble. Most surprising, but also made sense, sort of. I don't know whether it was because the older kids did not involve the grown-ups with me directly as the culprit, or because the adults had the sense to see what I had done had been in complete ignorance.
Not that ignorance was ever a prohibition to handing out hidings. But for some reason, and lol, it was a bit anomalous to me then, I did not get into any trouble at all. My parents never even spoke about it, despite having plenty opportunity during the drive home. Strange, especially since I believe my father, being the doctor, later came outside to treat the little girl.
Their disregard or non-attention was just as well, as focus would have added unneeded complication.
I *knew,* I very clearly knew, I could not be held accountable, in the sense of being wilfully responsible. Yes it was my rock which had hit the little girl. But it was an accident. That was all there was to it. I had had no intention or desire for that to happen. I did not even at the time of throwing the rock know it *could* happen.
I had just been doing what I had believed was the *Sensible* thing to do. I had taken what to do from the other kids. Mostly older. And also, the kids on the other side had started throwing the stones first.That was what had baffled me so standing there in front of that little girl.
As soon as I became aware the injury was from the rock, the very next awareness was: "But if the stones can do this, why did you start throwing them?"I immediately realised the little girl herself had not necessarily, either thrown stones, or, known the consequences. Just as I hadn't. But certainly there were older kids on her side of the fence who did know. This was based on their guilt reactions and general demeanour of culpability.
That was my bafflement standing there looking at the blood. It was just so stupid! So mindless. Made no sense. How could they possibly think after they threw the stones we would not throw them back?! Or that anyone would not get hurt in some way.
This incident came back to me as I was thinking about stupidity and its variations after the light-bulb exploding and me focusing on how to implement my perfection ideal. Since then it's always been with me. In a good way. I never felt bad about it personally. I mean I didn't like that the girl had been hurt. But my reaction to it personally was the same as if she had simply fallen. I was sorry for her injury. But I could not hold myself responsible. I knew from that Incident onward this was an important distinction. The difference between accident and responsibility, how intention, motivation, awareness and knowledge were all important factors.
I have to make clear, I knew all that *then.* I don't know exactly how. But to me, was just obvious. I did make effort to think about it. To think it through. To work it out. To resolve and make sense. That I just did automatically. I never ever thought, for the longest time, me doing so was in any way unusual. Just the natural thing to do. I assumed it was something everyone did.
Continued in Ch 2 Part 2...

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Published on October 31, 2018 16:26
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch2 Part 2
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch2-Part-2-e2h12p

Continued from Ch 2 Part 1: https://is.gd/t1Q6qD
The Young Man: - After the adoption of Perfection as my reason for being, the Rock Incident came back to me. When I was thinking about what to do to get to Perfection, starting with the elimination of stupid actions, I remembered my rock-throwing. Yes, it was stupid, but in some respects it had been sensible, good strategy, logical and reasonable.
There I was at ten, thinking: “There I had been at five, believing I was doing a good thing, but actually I wasn't!!”
So, what all was involved? How could I prevent that sort of misconception from happening again? What would I need to change to prevent me from repeating such misguided behaviour? What had been the major problem with the Rock Incident?
L: - "❔❔
Published on November 02, 2018 08:58
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch3 The Problems of Independence
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch3-The-Problems-of-Independence-e2hrhn

Continued from Ch 2 Part 2: https://is.gd/5FnOjb
“This chapter is an extended digression,” Biella informs the Group. “But, it's handy backstory for the environment the YM grew up in. What's most interesting is how, later, he came to see much metaphor in this historical recounting. Also, he noted, to himself, his account of the history was based on his schooling, an account which at the time he had no reasons to doubt. He purposely related an un-updated account, sharing what had been his perspective at the time of the YYM.”
Nora grins, “Thoughtful of him.”
“Yes, however, as ever, be careful of inference and assumption, the usual, as usual, does not apply.”
5/8, 7:24pm
The Young Man: - Back to the next incident.
L: - “Listening...”
The Young Man: - This one happened on one of the first days of school. The town we lived in until age nine was very small. Right in the heart of nowhere. The town was mainly Afrikaans speaking, with literally only a handful of English speaking families. I only knew of one other family at the time which was English speaking who had kids. One slightly younger than me. Strangely enough our families weren't friends. I barely knew that boy.
L: - “Were your parents from Britain? Expats?”
The Young Man: - Friendliness between English and Afrikaans speaking kids was not always a given.
No - Both my parents' ancestry is South African. My father's side ancestry goes back to the very first white settlers to arrive in Southern Africa. Before even blacks came to be in that part of the continent. They were migrating in from the north at the time of what is now South Africa. Thus I have more South African ancestry than many black South Africans. :)
Both my parent's fathers for many generations were born in South African but both my grandmothers had been from England. Hence English as the home language. It had been so for a few generations.
L: - “Wow... That history, fascinating story.”
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Published on November 06, 2018 23:36
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch 4 The Bathroom Incident Part 1
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch-4-The-Bathroom-Incident-Part-1-e2i491

Continued from Ch 3: https://is.gd/6D70sZ
Biella left off from her immersion into telling the Young Young Man's story for a moment and said, “The Young Man here switches to a different, temporary way of relating what had transpired. A mechanism he used in order to connect back to either a memory or a thread once he had lost connection. He knew moving from the Abstract to the particular would eventually draw him back in as needed.” Biella smiled fondly. She enjoyed the variations of style from the Young Man. “Let's continue with the story...”
5/9, 5:03am
The Young Man: - To get back to the Story...
We were last coming to another impactful incident, but to recap...
The story flowed out of a reading discussion and we were talking about Carlos' books and how I had pulled the Concepts of Values from my Great Reading Project and particularly from Carlos and how I had arranged those on a spreadsheet and sorted them by topic, category and concepts. You remarked, "Ah that's how it all started,” and I had to point out that was an *end,* not a start, and how it had really started the Day the Light-Bulb Exploded. There were some relevant incidents before that day also which were Shared.
I explained what had happened that day which set me on a Path with a Powerful Motivation toward *my* definition of Perfection which I had figured out to be:
"Perfection: the condition, from which, if one had the power to change anything at all, one would choose not to do so."
This led me to think about how exactly to get there, which led me to consider what I would need to improve in myself, which led to an analysis which culminated in an Understanding of the importance and necessity of expanding Awareness, and of Being Aware, all the time
The in-depth insight into Awareness led to an Understanding that for the society I was in at the time, expanding Awareness and making an effort specifically to be *more* Aware was simply not a deliberate focus. This connected to the relevance of telling you about another incident which happened on one of the earliest days of school, when I was six.
The town we lived in at the time, about five thousand inhabitants in the white part, had only one school, for all grades, representing an entire district and thus fairly large as schools went.
A predominantly Afrikaans speaking town with only a handful of English-speaking families such as ours. I only knew of one other family which had an English-speaking child my age. A residual animosity lingered between English and Afrikaans which occasionally found expression. Wasn't a particularly big deal, but children will sometimes find something to make an issue out of for no good reason, especially when looking for reasons to support some kind of superiority or distinctiveness. However, a potential threat and risk to be aware of and pay attention to.
The schooling only in Afrikaans due to the predominance. Which had the benefit of leading to bilingualism for me. But Afrikaans is not a language I enjoyed speaking, even less thinking in.

On that day at school, the one English-speaking boy my age, who strangely enough was not a friend, got into trouble. He had other siblings, but our families didn't know each other either. No particular reason. Except to mention those relationships were not influenced by language. I have only focused on the language issue because it comes into the incident. But minimal, yet something to keep in mind as a child.
The trouble was from a senior, he was bullying this boy in one of the bathrooms. Doing so for no other reason than the boy was "English." From a first grader's perspective, I remember, the senior practically an adult. I still remember my amazement that the senior would even bother to come and bully a child in first grade. (Called Sub-A then.) I thought it made the senior very foolish, and, childish. Made no sense whatsoever even within the bully logic.
He hadn't done very much to the other boy when another senior came along, one who was sort-of English speaking. He never spoke English that I ever heard, but somehow that was an idea for me. I don't also know from which family he could have been. But the school had large boarding school facilities for the many kids from farms.
The "English" senior told off the bully saving the other boy, and likely me. Kinda scolding the bully for being so ridiculous in the process. Not sure if he specifically said anything, but that's the impression I received from him, confirming mine, that it was absurd and idiotic. Even though I'd not been focused on by the bully yet, but had been a distinct probability. Interestingly enough my memory has no personal fear or stress in it at all. Only observation.
It's an interesting memory for me as it does not exactly correlate to its impact. The English senior told the other young boy and I to watch ourselves and be careful and not to be in the bathrooms alone. More like he said, “What are you doing here by yourselves, as English boys, and young boys, that's silly, you should know better.” Not in those words, but my read of that senior's meaning at the time. That was it and he left.
Now comes the curious part for me. I cannot remember specific details much, but that incident led to a direct Awareness, right there, still in that bathroom, of the keen necessity for the Strategic Consideration of Difference, as I'd now call it. It's difficult for me to precisely articulate the complexity and sophistication of the Awareness which came to me there in that bathroom. That's about as close as I have every come to a concise definition. There's so much to it all and on many layers. This Understanding had not come directly, many steps flashed by almost instantaneously, through implication. We were different, which was okay, but couldn't be so un-strategically. It's not what we *were,* which the senior admonished us about, but what we were *showing.*
I clearly came to Understand one's individual person and one's social person were two separate instances of oneself. Used differently. Also a very clear Understanding individual did *NOT* mean secret. Not at all. I have to Emphasize this strongly. I had understood from reading that senior, what we *showed,* in that particular circumstance, was the issue.
Individual-Person was simply what one liked personally, what's of interest, private thoughts and so on. Social-Person, how one was in public situations. I was keenly aware of this as a most most important distinction. The entire Understanding which flashed into me, was about being Appropriate. I did not know the word then, but I clearly understood the Concept. The Understanding was of how behaving according to one's individual person was not a good idea in public and most social situations. Decidedly *not* a good idea because it would get one into trouble and would be not-good.
I'm trying to formulate the wording as close as it would've been at the time, if I were to have explained my Understanding, the Awareness I was having. But those words would have been inadequate without the word Appropriate. What I would have described was exactly what Appropriateness is. That was the clear Understanding without the word specifically. It's most interesting and fascinating to me how one can have such a distinct, clear, and to me then, *acute,* Understanding of a concept without a specific word or phrase for it. A *Knowing* for me. I Understood precisely and also *knew.* I was Aware, fully, of what Appropriateness meant in this regard.
Another aspect to that Awareness infused me there in that bathroom, my individual side was *not* a secret. Simply something I was in my own time. If anyone were to ask about it, I'd be happy to share. A clear and distinctive part of the Appropriateness Awareness from the incident.
On the public side, I didn't have a specific feeling of needing to be in any particular or certain way. But there was a clear and certain knowledge that being individual could at times cause trouble. Again, it was very clear to not ever hide anything, but simply not to show what wasn't needed. This was very strong.
Also a clear Implication it was *not* about being false or fake or phony in any way. The public side was just that, a side. A true side. But simply a side which was shown because of the Sensibility involved. Not because it was "put on" in any way. Many ways existed to be true and real. None were fixed. It was whatever it was. The only requirements were to be Sensible about when to be in certain ways, and Understanding the Need to learn to be flexible and adaptable. A clear knowing that one's person was *Not* something which was fixed.
Continued in Ch 4 part 2...

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Published on November 08, 2018 10:52
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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch 4 The Bathroom Incident Part 2
Continued from Ch 4 Part 1: https://is.gd/E2SBrQ
I cannot emphasise enough how subtle, complex, and sophisticated this Understanding and Awareness was at the time, involving so much I innately Understood. Such as the phoniness angle, how I could be Appropriately different in different situations and never be phoney or false. Always real and true. A big deal comprehension.
Also, the willingness to share my Individual self if ever anyone asked. I had a distinct awareness or view of doing so happily. More subtleties connected such as it all had to be Ethical, or “right' as I thought of it then. But right personally, according to me, to my sense of goodness. Not society right, personal individual deep inner rightness. And of course nothing at all to do with being correct or correctness or proper or anything like that. Definitely “right' to me then meant personal ethics, determined by me, and by me alone. But this was deeper and not forcefully so, as the rest was. The other outflows from that Awareness, from the incident, came to me at different times, depending on circumstance.
What resulted, was me taking all this fully to heart. No overt changes in behaviour and no-one would have noticed any difference. I continued with what I'd more or less been doing, but not specifically, not deliberately and consciously so. This now the Change. I was thus prevented from inadvertently behaving in ways I would not have thought about, and getting into trouble in some way due to simply not considering my behaviour relative to the situation. I shifted to becoming *strategically* Aware. All this new Understanding about Appropriate behaviour focused on, and was limited to, not getting into the wide variety of trouble always an ever-present threat in that social environment.
Every situation and all persons were potential sources of trouble. Quite incredible when I think of it now. Absolutely everyone could be, and often were, risks of severe physical pain and other horridness. Hidings for just about anything were frequent for the unaware. Bullying a constant threat. Once Aware of these potentialities, how did one not become strategically minded? To be unaware was a guaranteed hiding or other negative consequence. How could one allow such dire unpleasantness to happen? Threat-free situations were rare with others. One of the reasons I enjoyed being on my own throughout my childhood. When among others though. I was certainly not dominated by fear. I knew fear attracted trouble. I seldom felt it, just an Awareness of possibility, because when one was Aware of having taken adequate measures, what's to fear? Would be silly to fear then. My reasoning anyway. Others, I observed, seemed to feel worrying was useful, and would somehow help. Kinda a magical, superstition type thinking I thought. But I did understand they did so because they thought they “should,” if circumstances warranted. I saw even back then how conformity warped people's lives.
I also came to have a clear Understanding my individual-person was, I hesitate to say more important, because that's too strong, but maybe had more primacy. Even that, hmm, more the one which would be the driving force. Everything flowed out from private-self, not in from social-person.
My public side, while me, real and true me, was never really going to be engaging with ALL of me. Yes, that was the distinction, one of scope. The individual side would always be more complete. The possibility for being my individual-self in public or social settings at that time decidedly not a realistic possibility. One could get into severe ongoing almost permanent trouble for being distinctly different. I understood how one could be labelled a “problem child,” weirdo, or something similar. Such labels resulted in a doomed existence.
If I'd been asked then, or even a year or two later, what exactly the difference was between individual-self and social-self, I would have been hard-pressed to say exactly. But I was very very clear there was difference, and not and insignificant distinction either. I did know if individual-self would've said I had ideas and understandings about the folly so widespread in the society, my sharing of such a perception would've guaranteed trouble. Not just for me, but for those who'd know I thought about and perceived the silliness, especially the widespread inadvertent hypocrisy from conforming so constantly. They would not know how to deal with such an Awareness of them, as the entire farce relied on the myth of no-one supposedly knowing, especially not openly saying they knew.
Everyone did what they did mostly because of how it appeared to society. Sharing such knowing could not, from a kid, be tolerated, not even by any remote chance. No matter how correct or sensible one was as a child, it mattered not in the least, if one stepped outside accepted child behaviour, a hiding would result, regardless. Unreason and illogic were simply a fact of my existence right from the get-go, like the weather, not something complaining or stressing about would change, but a factor one had to deal with sensibly.
Sensibility, or “being sensible” was how I thought of Appropriateness as a boy. This Awareness of Appropriateness also comes up in connection with the post-light-bulb focus and Understanding of Awareness. Specifically how it was *not* part of society or anyone I knew. An astonishment for me, this absence of such a perspective or outlook on life. Somewhat of a mystery. After all, I had thought this Understanding was pretty obvious, once one became Aware of it. Surely couldn't just be me? I never felt I'd done anything special to come to this knowing, but how come it seemed no-one else did? Didn't make sense. My knowing had to be suppressed, for the sake of conformity. Made me sad if I went in that direction, which I didn't, once I knew where it led.
As I came to that Understanding about the Awareness-focus of others, after the Light-Bulb Exploded, the memory of the Appropriate Awareness Understanding from the Bathroom Incident came back to me. Its relevance became focused. I saw how, going forward, my individual-self was on a very different Path. My recent illuminating experiences from asking people about their ideas on Perfection brought into sharp Awareness the necessity and value of strategic Appropriateness, especially when it came to what I thought about, and was involved in. In terms of the focus of my individual self and what was sensible (Appropriate) in social and public circumstances. I also thought of Appropriate as strategic back then.
I knew the circumstances for sharing my new life-path were not present. I was okay with that, a Gift from the Bathroom Incident. I had the clear feeling and knowledge it was good either way. I could enjoy each Way-of-Being, both.
Being myself and "doing my own thing," while never a secret or a hidden activity, was joyful and satisfying. More than okay and fine to pursue on my own. I felt an excitement and powerful rightness to the Path going forward which was not connected to whether shared or not. That was incidental. If someone were to ask, I'd be happy to Share my personal-self.
I'm most thankful for having had that Understanding there in the bathroom. It's mysterious to me. A powerful influencing factor, as I have been more than happy being alone and doing my thing, and, when I have been able, to Share. Also, I am, and was, very happy on the social and public side of things. Never had any problems fitting in, being sociable, liked and so on. I was even relatively popular or one of the “main kids” as we called it back then. Although, “being popular” was not in our thinking. The focus was more on not being a “stuff up” and not being “weak” and thus an automatic victim. Not being at the bottom of the ever-present hierarchy thinking. Whether one subscribed to it or not.
There's more to this Appropriateness of Being Perspective, much more, in significant and powerful ways. But that's for another story. :)
The Path Of Awareness I had put myself on took on a life of its own. The developments and outflows from it were profound and deeply affecting. I became immersed in a deliberate program of extending and adding to myself in whatever ways I could figure out.
That specific deliberateness of figuring out and resolving, most profound and affecting. I developed the habit of deliberately and consciously “reaching out” with my thinking to look for, and create, new Aspects of Being I could learn and apply. I wasn't in an environment where I could glean these. I had to invent them. I had to take myself and my Personal Circumstance-of-Being and examine such in a pure abstract sense. I had to look for how exactly I could improve my Being relative to an absolute standard. Not relative to others. I was on a purely individual Path. Comparisons were simply unthinkable, inappropriate, and never ever a factor. I simply did what was important to me. That was it.
The absence of competitive comparisons of self one of the outflows from the Appropriateness Awareness Incident. It just was clear comparing was never relevant. Whatever I was in, whichever situation, was simply me being me. No more and no less. How could I compare? One could not when there's an Awareness of difference. Comparing an elephant to a house makes no sense. As I worked on exploring new ways to be, new attitudes to add, new perspectives to have, new moods to feel, Humility and Modesty became very strong and powerful allies. They became me. Powerfully so, as they gave me a freedom to be me in the individual, private, and also social circumstances.
In those first few years post light-bulb, I developed many many conceptions and Understandings which are the foundation of my A+ Philosophy. This was before the reading bug bit me. I did nothing but think and think and think all day and night. Figuring out, thinking through. Somewhat different. I wasn't content to simply think *about* something, I had to come to some conclusion, a resolution, a result. Something tangible and useful, an Understanding I could add to my Understanding-of-Self, the world, and how things worked. I wanted to be Aware of the underlying logic and reason to everything, so I could USE that knowing to change myself.
The thinking took on a few different forms; the creative part, a kind of a reaching out into the nothingness and gathering little bits, from those constructing something. Or simply coming from the other end. Deciding what I wanted to happen and then creating what I needed in order to achieve my goal. Also, the usual maximising of inspiration whenever it came. When one is immersed in something to that extent, the mind automatically notices and connects to what is relevant.
Then the Figuring-Things-Out aspect of the thinking, all about efficiency, effectiveness and Application. Mostly about clearing confusion of any kind. The drive and desire for Awareness most powerful. Still is. I could not, can not, leave something I don't Understand alone. I had to, have to, *Know.* This applied to everything. I was, am, insatiably curious, but especially applied to Abstract Concepts. As I had discovered, once I understood the Abstract of something, it led to being able to Understand all of its particular applications.
A huge discovery. All resulting from that singular Awareness and Understanding which was the Bathroom Incident.
I remember figuring out "how to abstract." So liberating and exciting at the time. That joy and profound value has stayed with me all my life. So huge, then and now. Knowing I had figured out Abstraction, that I now had the Ability to Abstract, filled me with a deep joy. Still does. But then, in that vacuum of innocence and naivete, was sublime. A treasure, a precious precious treasure. one with significant influence. The Ability to Abstract made an inordinate difference for me. A big big deal. Still is.
Continued in Chapter 5 - Necessary Detours...
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Published on November 10, 2018 00:04
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