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Glass is transparent for a reason.
Paradoxically, it's a mixture of pain as well as a numbness to life that impelled me to reach out into the unknown at a very young age. There were two factors operating at the forefront of my mind; an overwhelming nihilistic apathy accompanied by a memory that tugged at me from the pit of my stomach. A memory that told me I really didn't have a choice. I was supposed to be there to knowingly make this decision. The world would never be the same again.
Consciousness is an evolutionary trait that shocks us into a state of awareness that slows down time so we can assess what to do to alleviate our vulnerability. Being in a state of heightened awareness is stressful, and yet people go through their lives like this never comprehending that they're never able to rest. Others are oblivious and basically walking around unconscious of their surroundings; so much so that they frequently walk into walls, trip off curbs, and get blindsided by slow and oftentimes loud moving vehicles.
The death culture is ingrained into our psyches to such a degree that living is no longer an accepted good or benefit. Risky behavior is the norm. A careless abandon is an inspiring relief from the barrage of sound bites, and rapid fire images that send our brains into convulsions until our synapses are fried beyond repair. We can only search for more profoundly meaningless ways to cheat death, or rush head long into the inescapable arms of the grim reaper.
Nature has a way of revealing everything we need to know, but our free will leaves us ignorant of what we didn't choose. Anesthesia vacuums up what's left. Of course we've evolved to a place where not everything is presented to us to begin with. Our reptilian brain only allows the top dozen or so most important stimuli to get past its filter. How does it determine what is the most important, and what isn't? There's something deep down in there that's constantly sorting, and prioritizing.
When that filter is turned off the psyche is inundated with so much information that some level of insanity is to be expected. Those who would take that trip again, might well mainline a potent dose of Thorazine first just to be on the safe side. When one's normal waking reality isn't much worse, it allows one to enjoy the parade of deities and demons who populate an endless horizon of potentialities. An awareness unrestricted by an illusory identity doesn't soon forget undifferentiated reality after returning to the paradoxical absurdity of a single, solitary, separate perspective.
Our brains are incredibly efficient at self referencing, but even more so when completely self absorbed. Life becomes a parable that allows us to be in more than one place at the same time. To be wealthy beyond imagination as well as poor in spirit, to be perfectly collected while simultaneously in a heightened state of statuesque terror, to be completely stressed out and yet bowel-emptyingly relieved. To be in mortal danger and yet inevitably secure and at ease. To be presented with bad news that is received gladly, or presented with the tediously mundane only to respond with a sublime knowing smile.
One must welcome poverty's emptiness to make room for abundance. Desperate or frantic double clutching burns out the flywheel. How many times do we catch ourselves covering and cluttering our lives with so much precious junk? The junk is what is worthless while the treasure lies buried underneath and squandered by neglect. What's real is concealed by the cheap temporal fantasy. We look at the window instead of looking through.
"Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken away from him. ‘Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear or understand." -Jesus
Paradoxically, it's a mixture of pain as well as a numbness to life that impelled me to reach out into the unknown at a very young age. There were two factors operating at the forefront of my mind; an overwhelming nihilistic apathy accompanied by a memory that tugged at me from the pit of my stomach. A memory that told me I really didn't have a choice. I was supposed to be there to knowingly make this decision. The world would never be the same again.
Consciousness is an evolutionary trait that shocks us into a state of awareness that slows down time so we can assess what to do to alleviate our vulnerability. Being in a state of heightened awareness is stressful, and yet people go through their lives like this never comprehending that they're never able to rest. Others are oblivious and basically walking around unconscious of their surroundings; so much so that they frequently walk into walls, trip off curbs, and get blindsided by slow and oftentimes loud moving vehicles.
The death culture is ingrained into our psyches to such a degree that living is no longer an accepted good or benefit. Risky behavior is the norm. A careless abandon is an inspiring relief from the barrage of sound bites, and rapid fire images that send our brains into convulsions until our synapses are fried beyond repair. We can only search for more profoundly meaningless ways to cheat death, or rush head long into the inescapable arms of the grim reaper.
Nature has a way of revealing everything we need to know, but our free will leaves us ignorant of what we didn't choose. Anesthesia vacuums up what's left. Of course we've evolved to a place where not everything is presented to us to begin with. Our reptilian brain only allows the top dozen or so most important stimuli to get past its filter. How does it determine what is the most important, and what isn't? There's something deep down in there that's constantly sorting, and prioritizing.
When that filter is turned off the psyche is inundated with so much information that some level of insanity is to be expected. Those who would take that trip again, might well mainline a potent dose of Thorazine first just to be on the safe side. When one's normal waking reality isn't much worse, it allows one to enjoy the parade of deities and demons who populate an endless horizon of potentialities. An awareness unrestricted by an illusory identity doesn't soon forget undifferentiated reality after returning to the paradoxical absurdity of a single, solitary, separate perspective.
Our brains are incredibly efficient at self referencing, but even more so when completely self absorbed. Life becomes a parable that allows us to be in more than one place at the same time. To be wealthy beyond imagination as well as poor in spirit, to be perfectly collected while simultaneously in a heightened state of statuesque terror, to be completely stressed out and yet bowel-emptyingly relieved. To be in mortal danger and yet inevitably secure and at ease. To be presented with bad news that is received gladly, or presented with the tediously mundane only to respond with a sublime knowing smile.
One must welcome poverty's emptiness to make room for abundance. Desperate or frantic double clutching burns out the flywheel. How many times do we catch ourselves covering and cluttering our lives with so much precious junk? The junk is what is worthless while the treasure lies buried underneath and squandered by neglect. What's real is concealed by the cheap temporal fantasy. We look at the window instead of looking through.
"Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken away from him. ‘Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear or understand." -Jesus