One, knowing or not, can plant seeds of hate in us. In our partiality they may spoil from love to mixed, mixed to hate. Our hands transfigure these airy seeds into one worthy of our protection. They become fuel to our complexes. They plant themselves in our subconscious, growing into a forest of judgment. Seeing our constant judgment—often covered in bursting roots—makes me want to scorn us (can’t see any irony in that!) We all…
The tidings of the election last year covered me in overwhelm. I saw a multitude of voices standing tall, pushing our individuality into shoved perceptions. I’d see friends press friends into molds—fluidity squeezed out. A glimpse of this terrifies me. I worry about what was brought to the surface, then what rose in our nature. Through this all, it seems truth grows with an inconceivable amount of layers. Seems our awareness often does not. The…
In moments of quiet, void of fires, my mind wallows for meaning. I can’t help but search. I hope to confirm there is a lacing of meaning woven throughout the threads of mine and our actions. I know I attempt to act with intention. I feel it matters, but why? I wish for a compass, map, rather than my scattered senses processed through threads of cognition. How can I accurately measure my movement without this?…
It seems we (especially I) are often terrible at seeing the difficulty those we perceive face in synonymous experiences. Our vision isn’t just blurry, but inherently far too narrow. We don’t grasp. Most we can do is barely see, peeking through our blurry telescopes. If still we judge, we risk cruelty founded in our incompetence. Even with our blurred vision, we see what’s vividly terrifying. Its colors are bright, and typically we comfort and support…
I often hear echoes of unfounded certainty. If that certainty morphs into an assertion, it bounces farther. At best these perceptions are deep, but never wide enough to justify the asserted sureness. This type of certainty seems to give some stability, but encroaches harmfully. I get terrified when I see it invading, soon enough building up an evasion of breadth. I think instead we should all be fortified with layers of humbleness when approaching truth…
In perception of entities, generally (but not limited to) alive ones, moments of ambiguity come. These create gaps in a mind. If you care, the disconnect might leave you unsettled. The weight of the depth and breadth of all and each of the broken pathways can be flooding. There are endless possibilities. In these conditions it seems it’s my (and perhaps human) nature to have no choice but to bridge one. The choice you make…
Thank you @ pops for introducing me to the concept of perennialism, and for all of our discussions for hours and hours. Religious perennialism interests me, and is an appealing solution to a question that has been troubling me for a while. My understanding of it is that major religions and those with spiritual experiences are all connecting to a common truth. There’s a large set of religions each with their own central beliefs and…