If a seed could think, would it envy the blossom?
Could it comprehend the vastness of the tree it will become?
Would a seed sewing roots understand its deepening connection to an enveloping world of which it is but a facet? What would a seed or a bloom mean to the tree?
We can draw boxes in which to take shelter. We can limit ourselves to colouring with shadows, never straying beyond the boundaries of our perception.
We can even frighten ourselves with delusions of dimension, believing that beyond the limits of our perception lies The Void.
We can even frighten ourselves with delusions of dimension, believing that beyond the limits of our perception lies The Void.
But the world is not perception; it flows through sensation.
The end of perception is the birth of realization.
When the shadows fade, there is only light.
When the shadows fade, there is only light.
This is cool! I've been following your blog for some time so, congratulations on the birth of your son! I wrote a very short essay, Postmodern Mysticism: A Minimalist View (http://vixra.org/pdf/1303.0083v1.pdf); perhaps you would find it interesting.
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Wes Hansen
Thanks Wes! I did find it interesting. I do a lot of research into the function, role and impact of various hormones on cognition, though I'm by no means an expert. I've also got an interest in linguistics and how we capture concepts in words, so I found your definition of mysticsm fascinating. Thanks for sharing!
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