Wacky sunday rambles.
Have you ever had a moment in which, for some unknown reason, your thinking crosses the line from the abstract and disperses into the ether? Suddenly, for one maddeningly short moment, your consciousness expands to include awareness of something beyond your own. A door has cracked open, and you are pulled facefirst into an experience that you could never hope to define. Then, like a rubber band, it snaps back to you. Short of breath, you try to grab the moment and hold it to your chest, only to find that it disappeared the moment you became human again.
The last several years, I've rolled from faithfully curious to devout atheist and then to cheerful skeptic. But these moments of unprompted higher consciousness make ANY attempt at understanding the true nature of existence seem ridiculous. So lately, I think I'm even more comfortable with taking my finger off the button entirely. The concept of one? One consciousness, one god, one faith, one life? Laughable. I have begun to suspect that every exalted state of being is, at best, a big toe in the water. Most human religions appear to be a blanket under which we cower in the face of the infinite. The more abstract forms of human mysticism seem to have the right approach. But for some reason, I feel immensely at peace when turning my back on all of them and just looking at the sky.
But then again, I could always sit under a tree for 49 days and see what happens.
The last several years, I've rolled from faithfully curious to devout atheist and then to cheerful skeptic. But these moments of unprompted higher consciousness make ANY attempt at understanding the true nature of existence seem ridiculous. So lately, I think I'm even more comfortable with taking my finger off the button entirely. The concept of one? One consciousness, one god, one faith, one life? Laughable. I have begun to suspect that every exalted state of being is, at best, a big toe in the water. Most human religions appear to be a blanket under which we cower in the face of the infinite. The more abstract forms of human mysticism seem to have the right approach. But for some reason, I feel immensely at peace when turning my back on all of them and just looking at the sky.
But then again, I could always sit under a tree for 49 days and see what happens.