Triangles

The Human is the first triangle, a mountain whose base rises from holy soil and whose peak carries sacred skies.

Man is the triangle upright, ascending from Earth to reach the heavens. Woman is the triangle mirrored, descending from Heaven to hold the earth.

At the center rests the Diamond Child, birthed from both pinnacles and foundations where the rising and falling find their home.

And the home is God.

All triangles are born of circles, and all circles cradle triangles.
The Infinite holds The Finite, and The Finite holds The Infinite.

I once dreamt of Freedom. No schedule, no boss, no attachments to thoughts. No story to Self. Freedom To and Freedom From. I wanted both. I got both. And I want to give it all away.

The saying is true, "If you want to punish someone, give them exactly what they want."

Is The Mind craving conditioning from the past? Is The Mind being clever again, always wanting more? Perhaps The Mind never wanted Freedom to begin with, it wanted something else. Therefore, forever unsatisfied.

The ability to do anything carries a rotting whisper: the guilty admission of doing nothing.

Is this a lofty speech of a sage imposter? or is this ramblings from a spoiled fool?

Books are dull. Knowledge has no attractive edges. Information no longer "peaks" my interests, but it seems formation does. A chair standing; a bridge holding; cafes breathing; clothing narrating. Where form produces feeling. The river of Curiosity has led me to the valleys of Design.

Where practicality becomes poetry. Where functionality fuels beauty. Where utility elevates to elegance. Where service ascends to sacred. Design not being decoration, but that which I miss and crave: direction and devotion.

Within design, there’s a word that caught me: constraints. From my understanding, constraints are conditions that shape how a problem is to be solved such as time, budget, material, or even gravity. Constraints dictate, "Here is what is. Here is what must be honored." Firm direction from the problem. But direction nonetheless.

Constraints are branches of the problem, not the root itself. They are the ingredients given by the environment, a demanding clue pointing toward how something wants to be made. There lies the tension: how to go from what is here to what is there, from what is given to what will be gifted. Here, creativity begins to move its muscle.

Constraint is not formless, but it isn’t form either. It’s pre-form, the direction toward becoming. And I am desperate for direction in order to Become. Constraint is contact, a relationship. The meeting between creativity and reality. From that meeting, The Third is invited.

If One is point and origin, and Two is constraint and difference, then Three is form and harmony. Harmony is form understood.

And the first form that stands is The Triangle, the symbol of stability, sanctity, and structure. The oldest weapon is the arrow and the oldest marvel is the pyramid. Triangles. Both point and strive. One pierces the sky and the other holds it.

Triangle, the first structure. What is structure? Structure is the sum of all boundaries, and Beauty is in the boundaries.

To have boundaries is to know thyself.
To know thyself is to point thyself.
To point thyself is to direct thyself.
To direct thyself is to aim thyself.
To aim thyself is to elevate thyself towards that which is Worthy.

Through the aim and elevation, the breath and the breathed, Beauty is impossible to miss.

Mountains, triangles. Arrows, triangles. Pyramids, triangles. Humans, triangles.

Triangles. Triangles. Triangles.
Everywhere. All I See. Triangles.

But to speak of triangles is to speak of circles. Nature speaks in Math and Her accent is in Trigonometry. All triangles are of circles, and all circles are with triangles.

Formless to Form, Form from Formless. But Formless is not the Beauty we once spoke and sought. It is Form. Only Form can be beautiful because, like Truth, it STANDS. It has proven itself.

Isn’t that what we human beings Want? To stand and prove ourselves?

Like the majesty of mountains displayed. Like the eternity of pyramids stood. Like the destiny of arrows aimed. Like the divinity of humans embodied. But here I am circling, devoid, and formless. Hunting the Form worthy of Devotion. Therefore, I do not want "Freedom To" or "Freedom From". I want Freedom Formed.

To not be Formless indefinite, Beauty potential. But to be Form definite, Beauty proven. All things beautiful stand true. All things true stand beautiful.

It’s not about having Freedom but using Freedom. To shape Infinity into a worthy Finite. To not ruin by frame, but to display its wonder and Essence we know exists.

But the paradox in question and answer arises, "Are we, humans, circles or triangles?"

We are Triangles from The Circle.

We are born circular. Babies swirl in the womb and infants sleep curled into a ball. But as we wake and grow, we grow with direction. Our eyes are forward, focused and pointed towards the horizon. We do not see in all directions at once, we aim to see and choose what to face.

Our spine rises vertically, disobeying Earth’s gravity. Stand upright, and you become an arrow. Slouch, and you collapse back into formlessness.

We point with our arms, fingers, and faces. The body is a vector saying, “there, that, go.” Will and Desire move directionally. We do not want everything. We want Something. Desire aims, it orients. In the orientation, we reach. The body knows what The Mind forgets: we are not here to circle endlessly. We are here to move and stand.

We are The Circle made flesh and the flesh is The Triangle.

Within our anatomy is the spirit formed structure. Every structure that stands must rest upon that which is Whole. For every point that rises must return Home.

Every creation of ours dances the same: the rising from nothing, the forming towards something, and the returning into everything—which shapes us. Because what we create, what we build, what we aim, reveals who we are.

We are The Circle, aiming to become Triangles
so that The Circle may see and know itself.

We are The Formless, desiring to become Form
so that The Formless can stand and prove itself.

We are The Infinite seeking to become Finite,
so that The Infinite can reveal and remember itself.

Thus realizing, we are never truly lost.

For we all follow the Structure of Being.

Circle, from.
Triangles, towards.
Circle, returned.

And this is spoken and etched into the highest mountains and the deepest hearts. All that is aligned with Heaven and grounded on Earth will never fall, shall never fail, and can never be forgotten.