An Eclipse of Thought

It has been a while since I posted anything here. I have been preoccupied with the mundane lately. Work, household chores, daily, weekly, and monthly tasks, social interaction, even, to some extent, personal relationships, all can be mundane, although even the mundane can possess meaning. However, I believe the true meaning of the mundane is found not by an identification with it, as some would find themselves: defined nearly entirely by such things; but rather, a disassociation from it to the point that it can be perceived clearly as something separate from the self, this as the great philosophers, spiritual figures, and disciples of meditation have found themselves throughout history: defined not, but rather, defining. This is a very useful means of judging the measure of psychological development of another; if they are but an expression of that which they must do, then they are psychologically immature, but if whatever they do is transformed by their touch into an expression of that which they are, then they are psychologically mature. This is, of course, a very general statement, and it must be noted that there are both exceptions and different states that manifest similarly. An example of the former would be a high-functioning lunatic, whose actions can often seem at first observation to coincide with a mature psyche, when in fact the very opposite is regularly the case. An example of the latter would be an individual caught in the grips of an inspiration originated from an archetype of the collective unconscious, for the defining nature of his actions is not due to his own psychological maturity, but rather merely a result of a momentary loss of self to something that is beyond his comprehension.

All this to say that I have lately been preoccupied not merely with doing the mundane, but also with contemplating it, and contemplating that which I personally consider the antithesis of it: "an eclipse of thought."