This week’s Daily Post photo challenge has left me a little worried. Pure is a difficult concept, full of complexity and paradox, both good and evil.
For example, I could not be typing today and posting this post without the existence of clean rooms … environments so pure that no particle of dust could contaminate the circuitry made in them that makes my laptop function.
Yet, while I type, or in between typing, I dip my spoon into a tub of toffee choc honeycomb ice cream … so full of chunks of yumminess that it makes contaminating the vanilla base so essentially worthwhile.
Many years ago, I heard about a process called the Dialectic. You start with a position. Opposed to it is a contrary position. Out of this opposition comes a synthesis, a new position that embraces both. That new position also has an opposite. Out of this new opposition comes another synthesis. And so it goes on. It never stops.
I think some people don’t understand that it never stops. They have given a name to its fictitious end point, as if it is achievable. Some people even erroneously believe they have reached it, that there’s nothing more to say.
Have I? If I take today’s flow of thoughts to their conclusion, if I combine the contents of each of my jars, find their opposition in the wet ingredients, I’ll end up with a synthesis called Cake.
Opps, just named my end point.