When I was little, my mother used to take me on vacation to the family. There were a lot of kids, horse, cows, old car and old, standing over the grave, but very dignified grandfather.
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On cold days kids descended to the dining room located below ground level, with chairs, table, palm, antlers, old TV and the grandfather. He sat on a chair covered with a blanket and was dying quietly there, in the middle. He was mostly asleep, snoring softly; sometimes opened his eyes for a moment, and again fell asleep. We played in his company but neither we invaded his space, nor he enter ours. There he was, somewhere on the border of our consciousness, and regardless of whether we played a tag, or hide and seek, or we were fighting, and threw pillows at each other, rolling on the floor, knocking over furniture, building a hut in the middle of the floor, no one has ever hit a grandfather.
The grandfather was eternal. He represented something that we do not compromise, and everyone knew it. When we came downstairs, he was there already. When we went out, he always remained. I didn’t know where he slept. It may be there, where we used to meet him every morning? Maybe one day he died amongst our fun and we didn’t even know about it? Incredible, however, was our subconscious ability to avoid hitting him. Sometimes we fought really hard. Once we broke the table, once cracked windshield in the front door, the girls once smashed a vase, but nobody, in no way affected, nor hit the grandfather.
I think that all the wisdom that can be reduced to the ability to realize where is grandfather. There is always something that no one touches. Everything revolves around it, but there is an unwritten contract, unconscious apparently, because the basic assumption is too obvious or overlooked, and which in fact determines that the whole process remains unnoticed. Wisdom is a search of grandfather.
Can you find the grandfather? You can't. The axis around which revolves our thinking is and always will be ultimately unknown. Every thought, idea or social game is going into a pose. How many people bravely use concepts? Honour requires .., we have a duty to .., it is your responsibility to… I should .., freedom .., science confirms... it would be fair if .., how can it be … free market ... democracy... freedom of speech. All these bold statements include grandfather. He does not speak out. He sleeps softly and smells; no one knows is he decomposing or just farting. No one touches him, for he is fear, but no one is fully aware of him.
Some twenty years ago tough guys from around the world arrived to check, with the minimum number of rules, whose style is the best. There were boxers, karate masters, wrestlers, judokas and ordinary knaves expertly in street fights. Many bids were made, but all were surprised by who won. The shock was so great that victory after the first event was considered to be a coincidence. They need three meetings to finally face reality, so strong was the attachment to the beliefs unconsciously sustained by all.
Where was the grandfather this time? All unconsciously assumed, that the part of the two guys fighting is to stand opposite each other. Two gentlemen come, and both look for opportunity to put the second to the ground. To make him fell. I do not know exactly how, but it's like the end of the fight. In the minds of all these guys, who apparently did not recognize any rules, functioned unconsciously, such a scheme. The boys, who won, have rejected that premise completely. They turned it on. When we fall, the fight is not over, it just begun. The real fight is when we both lie on the ground.
They came to the tournament completely unable to kick, hit, dodge etc. They could just quickly run up, grab and fall over with the enemy. What they have developed, is the perfect combat system of two people lying. What to do when you roll over the grass? The rest doesn't matter. If I stand in front of Mike Tyson, he's going to kill me - explained later one of them - but if I fell down with him, he is only a big guy, nothing more. They brought the whole thing to the ground level and beat others there. They almost found the grandfather. Almost, because subsequent experiments indicated that there are also some unconscious assumptions. But it's enough to get close to grandfather to get a new quality.
How to do it in practice? Take one thing which you believe the most. And find the grandfather. Have fun.
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