Thursday, October 25

theater of the absurd

it's unlikely that you would blame a rock for anything, that you would hold it responsible or culpable for anything that goes wrong in its environment.

to proclaim that a rock threw itself at you, would indeed be a very kooky angle to admit. surely, you would claim that the rock is nothing but an object. and if anyone was to say "the rock did it" you would exclaim "that's just absurd, rocks can't do anything!"

well, a rock is a rock. and a shadow is just a shadow - both objects without any being. yet there you go placing all sorts of responsibility on your I-concept with your "I" this and "I" that.

find out where "I" rises from and blame That substance for everything.

for to say "I" did anything at all, is a most nutty notion to entertain.

it's elementally my dear Watson

SI (DEATH)

(Without knowing life, what do we know about death?)

To live, to die, facts of life.
No life, no death, Chuang-Tsu lives.
Life and death are rooted in illusion.
Without Mind where do they attach?

Ichin Shen


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in this space of a headless universe, where nothing can come to really know its presence but rather only know its absence, what is there to understand and who is really there trying to understand?

in a place where the only conclusion one can come to is that there is nothing and that inevitably all there is, is this nothing... processing the endless apparitions is merely only about getting lost in the maze of mind stuff

how to process appearances, events, happenings, when upon questioning they turn out to be the backless plays of the elementals?



what happens, happens. but the critical question always is...to whom does it happen?

the elements combine in ways to put on an unimaginable show. and it may be easy to get lost in the colors losing sight of who's doing the watching.

the thing to ponder is not "what does this mean?" but rather "to whom does this have meaning?"

our mind will readily provide theories for what is happening and all that it could mean, but it can never answer...to whom.

so as this dream unfolds, it's apparent that the equation goes something like...

oh hell...i don't know.

Tuesday, October 23

No I, No Problem

How One puts on conceptual (or linguistic if you please) garments to perpetuate the dream of an individualized existence is by far the most interesting topic of contemplation, discussion, and observation.

“I am the seeing” is quiet a different kind of statement to make than the common “I see” - as both these statements point to different points of identification. What does One identify itself with in this dreaming? And what the heck is meant by One?

I’d dare venture to say that the thing to be observed in this being human thing, is the functioning that naturally takes place and the interpretation that so quickly and noisily follows it.

Identify with the interpretation, and the perceptibly secondary mental reality it can weave, and you will readily say “I see” is the truer statement. Identify with the natural organism-ic functioning, the immediate happening that is prior to translation and interpretation, and you see “I am the seeing” is the truer statement.

I am love. I am knowledge. I am truth. I am…insanity.

Oh Absurdity, how thy name is “I.”

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