Just thought you should know:
Internal as the experience may seem, I have the distinct ability to rewrite the past. There is no extant tunnel of past events, holding still what once was, enthroning its pure truth upon pedastals of shining light. What was is only what is remembered. Time travel-- that coy, imagined idea never to be pinned down, understood or actualized-- notwithstanding, events which are not in the present progressive, ideas of events which have fallen into the past tense, are no longer true. History is relevant only as metaphor, as parable. Records are valid only as curiosities, thought experiments. People who are dead, even remembered people, are lost to the living forever. Their meanings, the intrinsic truths of their respectives essences never to be known again. But this is not tragedy. Or at least it is no more tragic than the progression of time itself.
Just as the person who died is lost to you, so is the person you spoke to but moments ago-- though an entity of the same label persists in life. Every passing second is a meteor, a catastrophic earthquake, an apocalypse-- as far as truth is concerned. Meaning is shattered, constantly and continuously-- rebuilt and reimagined as thoguh it never was any other way. And only the symbols remain. Only the words, the language, the numbers. Symbols that we cling to pitifully and steadfastly, stupidly believing them to have stable, eternal meaning.
We seek truth in all things, and it is folly.
The whole affair is much more fluid and fractal than all of that. We assume that our universe is a vast and complex series of cause-and-effect chains. We assume that we are vast and complex series of cause-and-effect chains-- that to know ourselves, our surroundings, we must study these chains. We ask questions: Why are we here? How did it all begin? How do things work? And we call them "big" or "important." We believe earnestly, with the naivety of children that asking these questions and seeking their answers will bring us eventually to truth.
But cause-and-effect is not a law of the universe; it is a construct we impose on the universe to catalog it, to record it, to try to make it stand still for a moment so that we may wrap our sticky paws about its throat.
We seek truth. But it simply does not need finding.
We view all of creation as structured around hiding the important things from us. We really believe that all the world is a stage, and we desperately want to see what is going on behind the scenes. But it is all layed out in front of us. There are no secrets, no mysteries save one: you already know everything. Everything is exactly what it seems. "Is" has no meaning beyond "seems." All is truth. "Know thyself," say the mystics. But you already do, the answer is just too simple. You crave a good mystery; you long for an unknowable God to keep things from you jealously and then reveal them little bit by little bit in a tantalizing fashion like the director of some highly-rated television melodrama.
But there is no such god.
There is only the god that is you and the gods that are everyone else. Only the god within and the god without. Only the god that is both. Only these three gods. Only this one. Only truth, everywhere. And all you need do to see it is look. Not search, just look. All you need to do to harmonize with the cosmos is follow the path of least resistance. Love is the path of least resistance. Not trash-love, not the love of puppies, not the love of Danielle Steele novels--the love that is full understanding. Seeing without the lenses you build yourself, constructs of causes, effects, expectations, hopes, anxieties-- seeing only what is in fact there.
Consciousness embracing the totality of the real, the now from moment to moment. Consciousness destroying itself and rebuilding anew in each moment as the universe does-- without resistance. This is love. Love and do nothing but love. Love and act accordingly.
Just as the person who died is lost to you, so is the person you spoke to but moments ago-- though an entity of the same label persists in life. Every passing second is a meteor, a catastrophic earthquake, an apocalypse-- as far as truth is concerned. Meaning is shattered, constantly and continuously-- rebuilt and reimagined as thoguh it never was any other way. And only the symbols remain. Only the words, the language, the numbers. Symbols that we cling to pitifully and steadfastly, stupidly believing them to have stable, eternal meaning.
We seek truth in all things, and it is folly.
The whole affair is much more fluid and fractal than all of that. We assume that our universe is a vast and complex series of cause-and-effect chains. We assume that we are vast and complex series of cause-and-effect chains-- that to know ourselves, our surroundings, we must study these chains. We ask questions: Why are we here? How did it all begin? How do things work? And we call them "big" or "important." We believe earnestly, with the naivety of children that asking these questions and seeking their answers will bring us eventually to truth.
But cause-and-effect is not a law of the universe; it is a construct we impose on the universe to catalog it, to record it, to try to make it stand still for a moment so that we may wrap our sticky paws about its throat.
We seek truth. But it simply does not need finding.
We view all of creation as structured around hiding the important things from us. We really believe that all the world is a stage, and we desperately want to see what is going on behind the scenes. But it is all layed out in front of us. There are no secrets, no mysteries save one: you already know everything. Everything is exactly what it seems. "Is" has no meaning beyond "seems." All is truth. "Know thyself," say the mystics. But you already do, the answer is just too simple. You crave a good mystery; you long for an unknowable God to keep things from you jealously and then reveal them little bit by little bit in a tantalizing fashion like the director of some highly-rated television melodrama.
But there is no such god.
There is only the god that is you and the gods that are everyone else. Only the god within and the god without. Only the god that is both. Only these three gods. Only this one. Only truth, everywhere. And all you need do to see it is look. Not search, just look. All you need to do to harmonize with the cosmos is follow the path of least resistance. Love is the path of least resistance. Not trash-love, not the love of puppies, not the love of Danielle Steele novels--the love that is full understanding. Seeing without the lenses you build yourself, constructs of causes, effects, expectations, hopes, anxieties-- seeing only what is in fact there.
Consciousness embracing the totality of the real, the now from moment to moment. Consciousness destroying itself and rebuilding anew in each moment as the universe does-- without resistance. This is love. Love and do nothing but love. Love and act accordingly.