Let’s stop kidding ourselves. Reality’s a massive information network with a gazillion switches packing it into some thing. Something changing.
Everything is connected… It’s a fact, and facts don’t care what you think. They just sit there. Pick a fight with them, and they won’t even punch back. They’re not always permanent. You can bend them.
Ultimate reality, all of it… Life surprises. Surprises are sparks. (An excerpt from Amazing Truths About Conscious Awareness)
When we work our way into meditation or deep sleep, we pull down some walls, roll up the sidewalks and wander freely through altered awareness. We see things. We pass them off as dreams, as if dreams don’t count.
Our inner spaces are peppered with strangeness. We invent like mad scientists to plug holes with acceptable excuses for insight.
This Internal-External Realities Meditation comes from the final section of A Million Different Things: Meditations of The World’s Happiest Man. It’s concerned with the strange, maybe imaginary, border between our internal and external realities.
Words and ultimate reality… To know something about ultimate reality, must we put it in words? Must insight about conscious awareness be verbal? If either thing is true, we’re in trouble because our languages haven’t been very good at explaining even what we think we know so far.
A Million Different Things: …And Night, Meditation #1 by David Stone Rambling on… That’s what life is, you know, a ramble. I changed my thinking a while back about how all that apparent motion goes. Like most, I’ve thought of my life’s course as passing along a trail, […]
About Going Home Illusions… There must once have been at least a jiffy of wholeness, a twinkle in the cohesion of seamless belonging. Every cell may contain the residues in its universal library. Our desire to rejoin seasons every step, pushing against the gravity of reason. It’s a […]
Summer vacations and sex can be dangerous. Vacations are marked by degrees of departure from everyday routines, routines about which most of us nurture a gnawing hunger to escape.