Possessed

"To have as belonging to one have as property; own. To have as faculty, quality, or the like. (Of a spirit especially an evil one) to occupy, dominate or control (a person) from within."

I doubt it's a coincidence that the verb "to have" is in most languages an irregular one. It is a sign, I suppose, of the flunctuating nature of one's understanding of the object, trait, or person they wish to possess. Feelings and thoughts about objects of desire are irregular in intensity and often fleeting in terms of time relevance. However, the premordial "need" to have, to own, to be a master of something, someone or even ourselves is rather constant and universal.
Our tastes and capabilities to obtail that which we desire change considerably with time. What was once "can't live without" longing becomes but a faint memory or is altogether discarded during a move.
The question remains what possesses us to possess? Aside from physical need and desire what are the unseen forces working beneath the surface of our wants? Is it our nature to investigate the unknown? Is it by having something that we truly get to know it? Or is it a desire to ultimately feel in control over our world and a sense of authority that only can be supplied by possession?

Most important, what of the struggle and efforts to obtain; what of the deepest sense of loss and inadequancy if such possessions are deemed unattainable? what of the joy and exaltation of having aquisition, when one can be certain that in time it will wane, its meaning will subside and worst of all that whatever happens our "hold" of things will pass when we do?

I offer this meditation in the quest for answers:

"The Mystery of your Thirst"

'Imagine this scene. You are thirsty-so dehydrated that you are feeling faint. Yet here's the weird thing: You are walking along the bank of a wide river that is so clear you could see the bottom if you looked. But you are not looking. In fact you seem oblivious to the surging force of nature just a few yards away. Is it invisible to you? Are you so preoccupied with your suffering that you're blind to the very source that would end your suffering?
Up ahead you see a man. As you approach you realize he's holding a bottle of water. You run to him and beg him to let you drink. He readily agrees. Gratefully, you guzzle the precious liquid, then thank him profusely. As you walk away, he calls after you. "By the way, there's a lot more water over there" and he points to the river.
Do you hear him? If you hear him, do you believe him? Or do you keep walking, hoping to find another person with another bottle up ahead?'
R. Brezny Pronoia: The antidote to Paranoia.

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