..............................................Rain......................................................
Suspended in time. Like rain. Rain defines time with its fall. Each raindrop travels in time from a heavy cloud to its spot on earth that gravity determines. The multiplicity of rain and its persistent behavior make it a whole entity. One raindrop does not make rain. The unified power of them all is what we care about. Rain’s endurance and its finite character make it an event, a situation. It happens. It works. It stops. It makes a mark. A temporal mark. When it is over it is only its materiality that is not present. Its essence stays within us. It is in language. It is in memory of sense. It is mythology. It becomes a human (related) event rather than a non-human (related) event. We study it, explain it, categorize it and manipulate it. It becomes highly humanized. We take material and intellectual possession over rain. And it is (actually) RAIN that allows US to exist. In its own sake rain has no demands, no needs, no purpose. It just is. What we make out of it is US, not IT. The repetition of rain is what saves our sanity. If a mysterious phenomenon like rain does not repeat we cannot realize ourselves through it. The uncertainty and strangeness of possible one-time only physicality is hard to penetrate into language and logic. Human intellect is suddenly useless, pointless. Sensing and letting in an uncertain impression makes time a variable dimension…But rain repeats. It is the certainty of this repetition that give us the confidence to objectify it. But we cannot objectify this abstract cycle as such cycle is beyond our mental and physical abilities. Only our spirit can grasp the essence of rain as it does not impose itself on it.
Nothing is ever the same. If our brains get stuck in securing physicality and confirming presence, they work against their own transitional and impermanent nature. There is a balance in the co-existence and coordination of all that exists. The rain is who we are. When it happens that means that we are happening. We realize ourselves, our humanness through it. We rain.
