Metaxu, Simone Weil's reality . . . .

Simone Weil wrote, “What is it a sacrilege to destroy? Not that which is base, for that is of no importance. Not that which is high, for even should we want to, we cannot touch that. The Metaxu. The Metaxu form the region of good and evil. No human being should be deprived of his Metaxu, that is to say of those relative and mixed blessings (home, country, traditions, culture, etc.) which warm and nourish the soul and without which, short of sainthood, a human life is not possible.” Destruction cannot happen to the crushed or the inviolable be touched by such. It is more likely that something which is earthly, but no mundane thing would satisfy the desire of the psyche of my attractions.  Ritual has been robbed from us by the emptiness of entertainment. I hide in the shadow of emptiness, of the void; within the lack which cannot be filled.  I no longer need to attempt to fill the lack, though presumably my inner person (whatever that might be) continues to seek such a process.  I do not feel anything missing, because the emptiness is form and the form is emptiness.  That is the nature of the Metaxu Simone talks about.  It is the contradiction within me and without harbored by no longing but to be settled in a dark place of brilliance. As I walk a dreary path at times the mundane is interrupted by the memory of that clash of thunder behind me and that electric surge that went through me, as I experienced the fleeting tug on me to address something I missed along the way