A World Humanity

Messages from Two Toes Thomas : VIII

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a town square in Malacca in that part of town at which the old administrative buildings of the Dutch, Portuguese and British are located. In the middle of the square is a fountain dedicated to Queen Victoria in 1904. The locals as much as the tourists occupy the spot to relax and to reflect on the experience of being Malaccans in the world.

Such thoughts that may occupy the minds of the man in the square may take many forms. West Malaysia is a peninsular. That fact alone is a significant factor regarding the outlook of the Lokamaya experience of the individual. His cultivation of the object of living is promoted for discernment completely from the subjective.

A second category of thoughts may center around the representation of the Queen in the center. Always sprouting the fountain creates the splashing sound of water as it spurts upwards like an impulse in search of inspiration. The fact that such an impulse is in the name of the Queen, and by implication other women, must certainly bring a drive to the individual in his outlook of the world and the self.

The man may bring his attention to focus on the children accompanying the adults. Young eyes look out into the world but are reliant on a system of information and assurance provided by factors deep in the eros nature of the child, that is born with an acceptance of promises.

Here and there the man may identify an American tourist whose country of origin today represents a role model in the mindset of many people. These are the people who brought a new application to name and form in the last 100 years. In a world steeped in cultural traditions and the chains of association with nothing new under the sun, the Americans introduced ' slurpee,' available at all 7-11 outlets. Among others it introduces a new nothingness in the experience of the man, so strong in what it is that the man is made to realize his chains of attachment to goat cheese in his samsara. It does it better than temple gongs.

' Pow, to the moon ' is an expression taken from an American sitcom. But at night near the fountain the man encounters experiences that bring an exotic twist to today's world climate. Under the moon, in the humidity, in the embrace of the fragrances of flowers and the narrow glare of lights from the cafes nearby he sees his cultural meanings wane and the emergence of new possibilities that peek shyly out at the world. It waits for the sun of redemption.

Yogamaya dances like a supple body that waves in the breeze. It brings the willed forces of the institutions, morality, governments, laws, the Gods and even science to bid them join him in his dance. Behind the shadows of the trees the old buildings themselves, once a vanguard of change, join in the cajoling for a new experience of humanity … something that says the mind may join the passions in a new quality of life.

From all around him, the passing cars, the office workers, tourists and peddlers create in him a self conscious about his wandering mind. He shares that with the clock tower standing at one end of the square. Next to the square the river flows languidly to join the Straits of Malacca and then into the seven seas of the world.