Posts Tagged ‘reflections’

Rain and Fire

// April 18th, 2006 // No Comments » // Travel, World Issues

Friday afternoon, 14th of April 2006, a quarter century after my birth. Cloudcover masks the sky as Monika and I beat our way through the wind and rain across the Bebelplatz in Berlin. The Humboldt University, St Hedwigs Cathedral and the German State Opera flank the paved square.

I steal a glance through a narrow gap between the umbrella, which is wedged at a horizontal into the wind, and the rainsoaked pavings. A small plastic window comes into my acute view- the only landmark in this open area.

“This is where the Nazi’s burned the books in ’33″, Monika tells me. May 10, 1933; Nazi youth groups burned around 20,000 books from the Humboldt University and the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft; including works by Thomas Mann, Erich Maria Remarque, Heinrich Heine, Karl Marx and H.G. Wells.

The rain sinks deeper into my coat. I’m lost in a vision of a dark night, of rain and fire, black smoke and echoing anthems.

I peel back the black and return to the grey, now staring through the plastic window into an almost featureless chamber below- a underground chamber cloaked in an off white, featureless except it is lined with massive bookshelves. Rows and rows of empty bookshelves. They are not graves, they are not remains, they are not even nothing- they are lost.


Another couple battle across the square and look into the chamber below. “It’s beautiful” says the American woman. I don’t know if she doesn’t get it or even if it could be beautiful. I feel revulsion. I want to get away and think about how it could happen- how a civilisation can destroy its essential treasure, its value, it’s offering to the future. I want to think about why this touches me more than murder.

Dort, wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man am Ende auch Menschen“, “Where they burn books, they will end in burning human beings.” Heinrich Heine, Almansor, 1821.

Some Goodbye

// August 1st, 2005 // 3 Comments » // My Personal Journey

Well, Ive just sent the launch letter for “Learning Networks” strategy Ive been trying to grow all year. In theory Friday was my last day on AIESEC International, but this was an innovation I had been chasing for the last 7 years so what is one more intense day of creation. In a few minutes I will leave one of the most beautiful environments in the world. Today is the last day I will call myself an AIESECer. It is a wonderful thing.

In recent days I’ve some members of the new team ask why there is no secret handover on AIESEC International. Where is the ancient sword or diamond encrusted eagle that is handed from team to team, or guardian to guardian, AI generation to AI generation- in this the very home of youth leadership. They will realise in the coming days and weeks that they stand as the new leaders of the organisation. And they will wonder where it came from, when it happened. Was it a session or a conference? They will try to trace back the exact day when they “became” AIESEC International, when they had the “full responsibility” of the organisation.

Perhaps at the end of their journey here they will realise that it happened many years ago at their journies beginning. Guardianship of our organisation is not placed upon AI or any other shoulders – it is taken by all those who lend their spirit to our vision, who are prepared to act for something higher when the world compels us silient. It can lend itself to any vessel but will be mastered by no one. It cannot be given, it must be born within.

The most marvellous people I have met in my life had such born within them. They could laugh, and cry, and work and struggle and practice all hedonistic excess, but they could not mask the life force that beat within them, and never should they. The honest and full desire to be give, to create, to help, to lead us into a world where things could be different. They are AIESECers.

Today is the last that I shall count myself among them, although forever I shall number as a brother-in-spirit. Different shores that have been calling me for sometime now grow louder. I hear roar of breakers crashing on a unknown shore and finally I must set sail.

Good luck and go well, o’ guardians of the spirit.

peace
Arthur

Final Week

// July 25th, 2005 // 1 Comment » // My Personal Journey

Last priority from my final AI Monday Morning Meeting

“4- Leaving AI is intense, conscious experience”.

Things are rapidly transforming and will never be the same again. It is beautiful here and I will not forget.

Peace to all those in Sharm and Egypt in general, I’ll see you soon.

“Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.”- Antoine de Saint-Exupery quotes

After AIESEC; my next steps into the unknown

// May 25th, 2005 // 8 Comments » // My Personal Journey

Photos by Tom Weaver

Since the international elections in IPM Romania 2005, my search for a path forward after AIESEC has become a practical necessity as the end date to my @ life was stamped JULY 31st 2005. I have had long term plans for the last six years of my life; since an intense period of changing environments, experiences and reflection resulted in my first major discovery moments and the beginning of this path. My plans mapped out the journey I wanted to walk in a number of dimensions, as an attempt at a holistic vision for my life, and ranged from my AIESEC time well into the future. They changed as I learnt more about my individuality and further constructed my worldview. However, the AIESEC period has remained more or less constant as I have walked it- and by chance mentions being “Director on AI in 04-05”. The plans after @ were more dynamic as my long-term career ambition evolved from working in Epidemic Disease in the WHO, to NGO- consulting, to founding a new type of University.

The search for those fabled cross-roads, where Aristotle’s says your passions and the needs of your world meet to mark your vocation, has been a vital part of my journey. This journey has, by more than chance alone, ranged across 36 countries and covered equal expanses of doubt and discovery within myself. For a long while I rested my ambition on the expectations of others- and found happy compromises that seemed to satisfy me, those around me, and the “practical reality” in which we live; economically and socially. However, in the last few months my deeper self has been growing louder in discontent. The whisper of “maybe” in a greater potential raged with equally growing waves of doubt until I have been little room for individual thought, reflection and creation. I wondered if it was the Icarus in me- or whether I was merely sharing the essence of every dreamer; those burning embers of hope which give life meaning and energy and cannot be divorced from the soul without extinguishing it completely. After much aversion I began to realize that the choice has already been made in me, and this was clarified through another reworking of my vision and plans. And thus I decided finally that I would head to Cairo on September 1st 2005 for a period of 4-6 months self-directed learning. In these months I do not plan to enroll in university nor employment, rather I will pursue independent creation, study and reflection. I shall commit most of my time to reading and writing philosophy- in an attempt to express the underlying philosophy and ideological framework that forms my understanding of humanity, consciousness and human development. I hope it will also be a remarkably reflective period of my life as it concludes a large chapter of my story and will involve planting the experiences and relationships that have marked its pages to ensure they survive well into the future.

Cairo is the perfect location for two essential and four additional but wonderfully beneficial reasons. The essential factors is that it is pretty much the only place I can afford to rent an apartment with a decent internet connection yet can still travel back to Europe cheaply. The wonderfully beneficial reasons are 1- Egypt is a country with a wealth of incredible experiences to be had, 2- gaining insights into the Islamic and Arab worlds, as well as a specific induction into a very different cultural space, 3- it will be Ramadan and a great opportunity for a physical and mental fast, 4- I have just had two incredible weeks there and there seems to be really cool people in Cairo and a electric environment. So, a few more months here, followed by a month in Hungary and Romania having victory travels with some AI mates and I will be riding a one-way ticket to Cairo.

And then? I believe the next step for me will be in applying a subset of this broader philosophy into a “practical” field. At the moment this looks like it could be in graduate study writing on learning environments and human development, or working in corporate leadership development; both as stepping stones to positions where curricula and learning spaces can be created- and perhaps even founding university in the long-term. The important conclusion for me is the realization that whatever form I find to express in my career I would essentially be a philosopher. I draw this distinction as I hold paramount the conscious and endless search for deeper understanding, to shape my life around this understanding and to communicate whatever learnings I gain in whichever way can prove more beneficial for my community. At worst after the six months of purely choice based life then this broader philosophical enquiry returns to a lifelong hobby. At best it will grow into a means where I can integrate my life more fully and study, write and speak on the field of my passion, as a student, teacher, writer and lecturer. A choice which doesn’t find an easy fit in my generation and culture; where philosophy is so academic and spirituality is so institutionalized.

I feel a calling in the world I see around me; in the wasteful divisions between our common community, in the lack of long term perspective for our common environment, and in the lack of a meaningful path for individual and collective development. I believe answers lie in renewed philosophies and that in the search for such a solution I can find the greatest contribution and the greatest fulfillment. Thus I seek this understanding with my full commitment even if it only finds benefit for me although my hope is, and shall always be, many times greater. For those seeking to share this path of discovery I hope you will join me in dialogue for at least my Egypt days where learning is paramount and all perspectives welcome.

Peace

Arthur

“I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep, and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I have come to die, discover that I had not lived.”
-Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Dublin Reflections

// May 11th, 2005 // 1 Comment » // My Personal Journey

Im in Dublin on an AIESEC visit, my first time back since I finished my MCP term and left for South Africa two years ago. As I walk the streets Im bombarded by so many memories- although in my mind it’s never really this sunny- I have a perpetual image of Dublin in the dark and the wet, the Liffey glowing a dull green in fluorescent reflection of towering lampposts. Two years and twenty odd countries have passed; Dublin looks newer and I feel much older.

Another year, Another dimension

// April 14th, 2005 // 10 Comments » // My Personal Journey

Another year, Another dimension

I have survived innumerable opportunities for incident and disease to
survive for yet another year. I count victory over 24 of them so far and
am hoping for a fair few more. Am back in Rotterdam, the pearl of
Europe, after enjoying no small amount of medical treatment in Finland
and a visit to Sweden. I left Cairo feeling a bit dodgy and arrived to
Helsinki in a wheelchair- but nothing 1 liter of saline IV, loads of
penicillin and a few blood tests couldn’t fix. Huge shout outs to the
inventor of air sickness bags, Ketofan and Gatorade- my best friends
during a 72 hour forced fast in which I visited a large percentage of
the bathrooms in Scandanavia.

Today is may be the anniversary of my birth, but less than a footnote to
the history that has unfolded on this date.
43 BC – Battle of Forum Gallorum. Mark Antony, besieging Julius Caesar’s
assassin Decimus Junius Brutus in Mutina, defeats the forces of the
consul Pansa.
1912 – RMS Titanic strikes an iceberg on its maiden voyage – it finishes
sinking at about 2:20 am the next day.
Black Day – informal celebration day for single people in South Korea
1986 – 2.2 lb (1kg) hailstones fall on the Gopalganj district of
Bangladesh. These are the heaviest hailstones ever recorded.
Clearly, there is strong link between these events and my appearing, not
exactly sure what it is, but the day is still young.

Being 23 kicked ass. Best year of my life. Began in Africa and finished
revolving somewhere round Western Europe. Featured 14 countries,
incredible intelligent characters and rare and wonderful opportunities.
I discovered a lot about myself in the last year, largely through
expressing myself more fully, releasing that which exists inside and too
seldom finds a way out. The Best Job in the World has been tempering and
a test, an opportunity and reward- if I can ever give as much and learn
as much I will have lived a truly happy life. Twenty-three has been a
year that will define much of who I am and where I go in the next five
years. Twenty-four will be scarier, more challenging, more unknown, it
will be another unique step- one that both builds on the past but moves
in a new and unique direction. PEACE.

Hunter’s Wave

// March 4th, 2005 // No Comments » // World Issues

Writing the previous post reminded me of a singular piece by one of the greatest modern livers of life, a man who captured the essence of the living/commenting whole, until he recently and abruptly ceased doing so, Hunter S Thompson.

“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era – -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle – -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting – -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.