It seems obvious when imaginary separation is believed in that there are separate things, even before they are named. Like that hard thing on the end of your shoelace, just waiting to be named. Yet the designation 'thing' is a name.
Where does the mountain end and the valley begin?
How deep is the line between Utah and Nevada?
What time is it on the sun?
How far is up?
I have heard that Eskimos have fifty more words for precipitation than we do, so their conceptual world is different than ours.
I am not trying to convince you that there are no things, as this is not a belief or an understanding. As unicity or 'unity consciousness' is already always the case, it cannot and need not be brought about anew. It is merely recognized or not. When and if it is recognized you will say, 'oh yes! It has always been like this!'
However, no thing ness and the resulting amazement at thingness is so astounding I love to sing of it knowing full well that all words, all thoughts are razors, seemingly dividing up what has no split or division or edge anywhere... or nowhere...
The conceptualization of the physical world into things is amazing! Our objectifying brains create recognizable things like trees and rivers when all trees and rivers certainly don't look alike. Then the brains can imagine all kinds of rearrangement of these things, like building boats out of trees to cross rivers.
Yet, as thingness is learned, there seems to appear a thing that is not these things, that is in the center of the swirling world of things, called a you. So thingness can be most painful when believed. As the feeling of separation just doesn't feel right! When there is an intuition that all separation is made up, there is a dissonance with the belief in separation which, like all belief in things imaginary is accompanied by hope and fear. For some, like it was for me, it is exceedingly painful! We call these people, 'seekers'.
They are the looking for something called wholeness or oneness or love... They are the grasping and cannot let go... as all grasping seems to create a someone who is grasping and things that can be grasped.
There are no things nor non things yet everything is included... as the Dzogchen say, 'not this nor that nor both nor neither', and, 'not one nor two nor many nor none'... don't know who said that.
So it can be poetry or other ambiguous words that may catapult the mind into a feeling of lostness, which some may like and others run away from. Or perhaps there is a huge catastrophe like a death, that may turn your world upside down.
It may seem obvious that there were atoms and quarks before they were named... or sunsets and oceans and a colors and time... Yet, it is our brains using shared learned words and concepts that creates this worded conceptual world, and results in our 'known' world, a worded world of this and that and you and me and we.
Only the human brain creates things purely imaginary and a self who runs after them, like happiness and love and tomorrow, and oneness and wholeness and enlightenment.
I am not denigrating science, it is a wonderful method of describing the physical world, and explaining how these various things act and react. As the conceptual world is the only world we exist in, as conceptual beings, this is my world. I am the dream of objectified separation. There is no outside to this world as inside and outside like all this and that is made up.
This is it, coyote!
Where does the mountain end and the valley begin?
How deep is the line between Utah and Nevada?
What time is it on the sun?
How far is up?
I have heard that Eskimos have fifty more words for precipitation than we do, so their conceptual world is different than ours.
I am not trying to convince you that there are no things, as this is not a belief or an understanding. As unicity or 'unity consciousness' is already always the case, it cannot and need not be brought about anew. It is merely recognized or not. When and if it is recognized you will say, 'oh yes! It has always been like this!'
However, no thing ness and the resulting amazement at thingness is so astounding I love to sing of it knowing full well that all words, all thoughts are razors, seemingly dividing up what has no split or division or edge anywhere... or nowhere...
The conceptualization of the physical world into things is amazing! Our objectifying brains create recognizable things like trees and rivers when all trees and rivers certainly don't look alike. Then the brains can imagine all kinds of rearrangement of these things, like building boats out of trees to cross rivers.
Yet, as thingness is learned, there seems to appear a thing that is not these things, that is in the center of the swirling world of things, called a you. So thingness can be most painful when believed. As the feeling of separation just doesn't feel right! When there is an intuition that all separation is made up, there is a dissonance with the belief in separation which, like all belief in things imaginary is accompanied by hope and fear. For some, like it was for me, it is exceedingly painful! We call these people, 'seekers'.
They are the looking for something called wholeness or oneness or love... They are the grasping and cannot let go... as all grasping seems to create a someone who is grasping and things that can be grasped.
There are no things nor non things yet everything is included... as the Dzogchen say, 'not this nor that nor both nor neither', and, 'not one nor two nor many nor none'... don't know who said that.
So it can be poetry or other ambiguous words that may catapult the mind into a feeling of lostness, which some may like and others run away from. Or perhaps there is a huge catastrophe like a death, that may turn your world upside down.
It may seem obvious that there were atoms and quarks before they were named... or sunsets and oceans and a colors and time... Yet, it is our brains using shared learned words and concepts that creates this worded conceptual world, and results in our 'known' world, a worded world of this and that and you and me and we.
Only the human brain creates things purely imaginary and a self who runs after them, like happiness and love and tomorrow, and oneness and wholeness and enlightenment.
I am not denigrating science, it is a wonderful method of describing the physical world, and explaining how these various things act and react. As the conceptual world is the only world we exist in, as conceptual beings, this is my world. I am the dream of objectified separation. There is no outside to this world as inside and outside like all this and that is made up.
This is it, coyote!
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