I want to know…

[jorgemorejon]

 “The more I live, the more I realize who I was supposed to be at the very moment of my conception.”  Jorge Luis Morejon

(Excerpt from Neither Here Nor There, a performance piece presented at the European Graduate School in Switzerland).

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There are questions about my condition as an exiled person that guide me through life in search for some

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Finding a way home...

[jrudakoff]

a wise person once taught me that the only way "out" is "through".

No short cuts, alas.
No eased paths.
No prizes for moving past a challenge.

The only way out is through.

Watch for patterns, repetitions, things that happen again and again.
Watch for signs and signals.
Watch for guideposts.

Have you read Helene Cixous' essays in "Coming to Writing"? There is a concept called *the second innocence* that I think will interest you.

Finding a way home

[jorgemorejon]

I agree with that person, "the only way out is through." I personally, have never stopped moving through and forward. For some of us "through" remains the only possible way out. It is like being inside a labyrinth with no exit. The sings and the posts only lead you to dead ends. I have not read Cixous, but the idea of a "second innocence" seems to imply that there is hope, that there is a renaissance. This is important because it helps one not to give up looking for that way out. I believe in innocence. I have guarded my innocence on my way "through" like one guards water when going through a dessert. After all these years of nomadic life, innocence remains my only rest, and the makings of art my chariot.

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[jrudakoff]

second innocence is a concept that Cixous proposes for those of us who look and look and look again, knowing beyond knowing the absolute details (deficiencies and glories) of a place, a person, a thing, only to come to a moment in that search and analysis where we look at that known person, place or thing and see that we do not know it at all. We look at the exquisitely familiar with new eyes, with a second innocence, with the knowing that comes, Cixous posits, from "not knowing". And in that moment of seeing the familiar friend or fear or place of safety/danger, we realize that with each observation there is change and revision. But I'm paraphrasing and extrapolating and reacting to Cixous: read her and see what you see.