Cest la vie

Me -Silences could well be the ultimate acknowledgment of Being. Communicating a reality without embellishment or comment. The lack of warmth and curiosity but a reflection of the superfluousness of feeling, in the acceptance of What is.
We evolve and grow yet, the template of expectancies guiding observation of behavior are, from who we were and wished to be.
One checks understanding by seeking understanding, that demonstrates that one is understood. But when all attempts to understand are met with generic Cest la vie (Thats life) responses, one begins to feel an outsider in a relationship. Not sure where one stands in it anymore.
The known begets acceptance. Tis the unknown, created by knowing, that triggers doubts that encroach on and disrupt the equanimity frame.
Then again...One realises that those templates built around who we were and thought we would be, have helped make me who I am. More Thoughtless than thoughtful, detachment coming easily, in making my peace.
The template, in hindsight, relied exclusively on the sensory. Evidence gathering, the basis for relieving insecurities. Though it recognised that comfort in silence was the ultimate in relationships. It needed exclamations of that to give it meaning.
Updationof the templates sees one as uncaring. To each their own, in rare moments, maybe sharing.
What was evolved to this unimagined What is. And the realisation that...Its Just this.
Silence! Cest la vie.
Arun - My silence only implies my utter dissatisfaction with What Is., and, death of my SPIRIT, as you can see. Thats all I have to say.
Me - You sound as if you have put yourself beyond salvage. What purpose the spiritual understanding then if the SPIRIT succumbs so easily in the face of What Is?
Arun - I have not succumbed easily, but the fact of the matter is that I Have.
Me - If you have succumbed, why go on floging a framework that only pulls you to the extremities but creates the mirage of putting you on the middle pathh. Stop reading and sleepwalk through life. Thats the attitude in sync with the helplessness in succumbing.
I know thats harsh bro. ut if you are gonna be so defeatist, then face the reality that enriching the mind, while drowning in the cesspool of matter is no lifeline or, light at the end of this sewer. Seems like continual self flagellation for the failure to Be. Is it just this?
Arun - Rather than enriching my mind, I am trying to empty it of concepts.
Me - Given the conceptual frame you have developed, your mind is akin to the Gordian knot. The only way to disentangle the proverbial knot is to slice through it. Emptied at one stroke!!