Why is what we don’t see any less important than what we do see?
First, I want to thank all of you for your birthday wishes. I appreciate the cares and thoughts.
Here are some that have occurred to me.
“I don’t deserve to die!” he cried.
“You deserved to live,” came the answer, “why short-change yourself?”
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What’s the difference between the idea of a table and the table itself?
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We are not our bodies.
‘We’ . . . are our experience of them.
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They say that I’ve got to believe in order to have faith, yet I can only believe if I can feel faith.
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Can you see where we are going?
There’s a hardening, a stricture of boundaries and judgments
Set with evangelical fervor in an effort to control this helplessness that we are so avidly in denial of.
Of course it’s presumption to say that it is a “downward” spiral,
When it could just as easily be spewing our spinning energy out into an entirely new dimension.
That we can’t see.
I mean, we can see our host, our Mother Earth.
Being used up by our exploding population.
War and disease continue to fail to cull the herd despite our ingenuity at killing and curing.
We see our oceans heave and our buildings fall.
We see our fellow man make the same mistakes over and over.
We see greed and fear have their way,
Till night overcomes the day.
We see our hopes dashed and drowned
Till we can’t hear the sound
Of our own heartbeat.
That’s the world without.
The world we’ve tried to own and control
With obsession and desire
And the pain of fire.
Isn’t there something else going on?
Someplace, some time, somewhere?
Something that we are as blind to as the tree
Now falling in a Russian forest?
Why is what we don’t see any less important than what we do see?
pmg
It ceases to exist?