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| University of Bradford |
To some having no real affinity to anyone in particular or at all may seem strange. Yet those that have glimpsed at a non personal self, a mind that is clear and has no particular hinge and yet is transparent and lucid, it is perfectly comprehensible.
This may seem heartless and emotionally repressed or suppressed, unable to form human relationships and perhaps socially abnormal, a loner in some way traumatized and removed from reality and feels no loss in a death or tragedy, yet has a compassion.
This mind has experienced the passage of time and the eons of the years gone by and has witnessed that all form is transient, expedient and transitory.
One may inquire what is reality when all fades, rusts and decays in the space of eternal flowing of the process of a never ending beginning and end?
This witness has realized that feeling it has is that of compassion, a compassion born out of seeing the suffering and grief of holding on to perishables and brief encounters. Encounters of conflict, hate, emotional love clinging to that which cannot be held onto-----death for instance.
Seeing the inevitability of death, the great master of understanding that Life is comprised of birth and death and Life is unending merely changing its form, a transformation process, a constant evolution ever onward and that trying to grasp Life and hold it back and forever keep its youth and vigor is not how it works.
So the wise one goes along with the seasons and recognizes it is the witness to Life and Its creator.
What then is Life? It maybe said it is a process of Being that arises from an invisible formlessness and somehow by the magic and mystery of Itself begets forms which return when their day is done.
This may seem heartless and emotionally repressed or suppressed, unable to form human relationships and perhaps socially abnormal, a loner in some way traumatized and removed from reality and feels no loss in a death or tragedy, yet has a compassion.
This mind has experienced the passage of time and the eons of the years gone by and has witnessed that all form is transient, expedient and transitory.
One may inquire what is reality when all fades, rusts and decays in the space of eternal flowing of the process of a never ending beginning and end?
This witness has realized that feeling it has is that of compassion, a compassion born out of seeing the suffering and grief of holding on to perishables and brief encounters. Encounters of conflict, hate, emotional love clinging to that which cannot be held onto-----death for instance.
Seeing the inevitability of death, the great master of understanding that Life is comprised of birth and death and Life is unending merely changing its form, a transformation process, a constant evolution ever onward and that trying to grasp Life and hold it back and forever keep its youth and vigor is not how it works.
So the wise one goes along with the seasons and recognizes it is the witness to Life and Its creator.
What then is Life? It maybe said it is a process of Being that arises from an invisible formlessness and somehow by the magic and mystery of Itself begets forms which return when their day is done.
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