This morning, the clouds outside my window are completely still, like a painting. They are so still that I can see the progress of the slowly rising sun behind them, periodically peeping out through a break before gliding on behind the next cloud.
Out there, in God's world, there is no anger, no hate, no right or wrong. There are no should's or shouldn'ts, justice or injustice - there are only clouds, sun, breeze, sounds, creatures. In my head, a totally different world rages - what people should and shouldn't do, what is fair and unfair, how some things are better than others, or worse than others. Throughout this planet are billions of little heads bobbing around with worlds similar to mine, believing in rights and wrongs, just and unjust wars, all convinced that their little world is reality.
Yet between all these little bobbing heads is this vast space, filled with air, trees, creatures, events, sounds, sights - and not any hint of right or wrong, beauty or ugliness. Words like "better" make no sense in this world - is a tree better than a bird without someone to compare them? Is a flower beautiful without an admirer? Only when the eyes in these little heads transmit the signals of what they see to the gray matter not far behind, those signals are reinterpreted to justify the little world inside.
It is odd that we, the most conscious creature on the planet, should be so unconscious of the difference between what we see and what we believe we see.
Comment posted by Tom
at 8/15/2006 2:14:00 PM
I enjoyed your latest blog post. You are becoming a true advaitan! (non-dualist) (smile)
Comment posted by Anonymous
at 8/15/2006 9:20:00 AM
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" some say, but I think it's also in what is beheld, and we are spirit and flesh, beholding.--Andy
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