Self serving in the manner of seeking a solid
foundation in order to know that I exist and so there are so many probabilities
and possibilities in endless combinations and computations that eventually
which ever one’s predilection inevitably it will fade into the mists of the aeon's and ages, the many millennia of all existence.
Perhaps then all ones fantasies, dreams and aspirations
and empire building are mere attempts to establish a reality that is eternal,
solid and is forever fulfilling.
The very dreams and fantasies are but the ego
seeking its own reality other than the ego self realizing itself to be a set of
experiences garnished and gleaned from ones cultural, religious political and
world ethos and they are but memories that like a film or video are at best recalls
and the button of rewind in the machine somewhere in the neuronal network. This is the mind computer tinkering with
seemingly reality presented in a display and array of its graphics. Repeat after repeat is the mechanism which
grinds and preserves this so that it becomes so ingrained and etched into the
mind in its patterns of behavior and habit that is then taken as reality and
security and is justified no matter what reason or challenge is presented to
shake its shaky foundations which it would never admit is shaky. The ego mind
contemplating this may indeed recoil and find distraction for it is
contemplating its own demise, which is wholly and terrifyingly
unacceptable.
The Universal Creator maybe is doing the same and
asks the same question as we do---how in heavens name was I born, and came into
creation, I know I am here and create, and I have to keep creating to mirror to
myself my existence.
The potter has to create pots to know he is a
potter and to keep creating different colors and shapes and maybe asked how
did I create these pots and where did I arrive from to create them?
The search for the origins of everything maybe
never solved, for that would be end game and eternity would not exist as Life
has to keep Perpetuating Itself as proof it exists-----of course all this maybe
hypothetical and there might be something else.
Maybe eternity is nothing, empty, space or even?
An interesting assumption; what if one suspended
the fantasies, dreams and aspirations and on realizing them as markers to
identify the source from whence they came, one can come to the observer of the
ruminations and be in an empty kind of mind, not really empty, a sort of
dynamic awareness without restraint of encouragement, but is devoid of thought as
such.
Maybe this is the source of it all for this space
is not bound by borders, fences or tethers unless one interrupts it with mind
thought stuff. In unlimited space there
can be unlimited space for creativity to prove that the space is the reality of
its foundation--- how can one then describe emptiness for the very attempt at
this fills that space and it is no more.
So on with the dreams and all, however reminding
oneself that they are mere contents of nothing solid and like water vapor and
clouds seem to be and yet disappear and to reappear in endless shapes and sizes
and yet they are still and are in reality just blown by the wind and that wind
is the way. So one can seek reality and
identity in the illusions but that identity will only be as the substance of
the illusion, an illusionary identity, a mere false passport.
The wind is the motivator that in its essence is
‘mind’ wind and urges and coaxes ‘dream stuff’ out of the void and so one may
endeavor to seek solid identity out of the dreams and yet all that it will be
is an expedient, transitory appearing real but at best a very monumental and
seemingly convincing illusion.
SHACK
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