| Untagged | 8 Jun 2010 |
| Life can be nothing more than an ego feast by agkennedy |
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Contrary to what most people may think, my ultimate goal in life is to be a good man. That statement was etched in my heart for many years; I just didn’t see the etchings in my youth. It took my life’s mishaps to uncover it. And in this intense, physical world that I find myself rather uncomfortably immersed in, how brilliantly difficult the simple act of ‘being good’ can seem to be.
As I took over as editor of this confectionery magazine and website and placed my wonderfully unsuitable creative writing skills in front of such an intellectual group of readers, I now finally see this role as a blessing. It took time. And you know what? The more I learn about why I am here (which I think about every day), the more I realise how useless the acquisition of knowledge actually is, unless it’s experienced. Knowledge already existed before we acquired it or how could we have found it?
So we are here in publishing providing nothing more than the presentation of knowledge. Or are we? Now that is the real challenge of a great literary production. To provide not only the knowledge, but also the inspiration for you to go out, do something with it, and to encourage you to provide a better and more enjoyable experience for both your well-being and your customers. Therefore, we can all ultimately feel we are doing something that is going to make a difference before we die… What has this got to do with confectionery or chocolate?
Well of course the answer is that everything we do is always influenced by another action. So we can never say that anything has nothing to do with anything else. All we do is take part in one giant act of at least trying to make a better Earth, what we eat is included. If I eat a product that I like, then I have good thoughts that will go to those that created it. And those people will feel better for my thoughts which go to them. And now in my wiser years, I see that is the reason we strive to do anything at all that’s worth doing. We all want, in some way, to provide for a better experience for other people, as we know that there is an acute lack of wisdom and kindness in the world.
This page is an existence in itself; it’s not me who makes it. It’s you who creates the experience by reading it. You can’t realistically create anything worthy without the intuitive knowledge that it is to be consumed with pleasure. False creation is the acquisition of wealth or fame for the sole purpose of acquiring it. That tends to give way and crumble. And for some more embryonic people, that seems to be what, in the end, is realised as a pointless quest; a somewhat difficult lesson to learn. It took me a few hundred years anyway! Another story… So the more I disconnect from my ego, in effect the more people seem to enjoy my rather disconnected-from-what-we-think-is-reality writings.
It’s beautifully quiet here as I write at home; I peer round the side of my Mac and look out over the river valley through my window and look to see what else I can do today to bring pleasure to our readers. I live in a Kent Mansion and its because I write from the heart that I do live here. Readers are my life support system and thank you everyone for sending me messages on how much you enjoy the spiritual force of Kennedy’s productions. It makes my very happy. I know this is an odd Candid to write but in effect I did not write it, I found it and there is no such thing as coincidence. But write it all, say it all, do it all, experience it all before you die. Go out and bring pleasure to those around you and that is the greatest way to find it. I can now go to work feeling that I did something moderately good. I did not write about the acquisition of profit, as that is nothing more than an egotistical game. Your gift lies within how you apply the money!
And why, you ask, is there a picture of a Tudor feast? For me, well that’s the epitome of how low a society can fall. The rich Tudors (while the peasants starved) used to make themselves vomit up to four times during one meal time, simply to fit the food in and to be seen as part of the elite society.
Best wishes,
Angus
