SHACK 1044 CHILD LIKE

Always The Holidays

A small child will delight in new toys and things and sometimes filled with wonder. As the child grows it pulls the toy or wants to know what makes it work.

In my life so far of 82 yrs in July 2021 If I pull the thing to pieces like scientists and academic philosophy I come back to the particles, the empty atom and the confusion if you try to use logic and understanding to the quantum stuff that it all comes from apparently nothing from nowhere and is impermanent and transitory.

So I can spend endless time like the child with a meccano set or lego or the the jigsaw puzzle or the scientist with their 'bits' which are just components, like cutting up pieces of plasticine until they are so small and then taking then to scientific instrument and cutting them even finer until even a scanning electron microscope even to our bodies and so called rocks and other solid objects, find that at the very foundation and fundamental level it arrives from the empty atom and the whirling dots and dashes from the collider and bubble chamber and even they come from collisions of 'stuff' at high speed and huge magnetic and electrical energy so by endless scratching of the balding head of the boffin's and the endless curiosity and the use of the bits of the jigsaw puzzle and the plasticine can only ASSEMBLE the bits but cannot create them in a way  because they have to extrapolate or take out already existing 'bit's' these bits are not made or manufactured by humans they are harvested from the UNKNOWN.

I find myself nowadays realising that in my view the boffins are excited and like the child want to find 'what makes it work?' and when they pulled it to the tiniest scrap of the toy or object, they like pathologist cuts the body to pieces to find the 'soul' or the person that is or was there in the corpse and saying all that person was, was an electrical INTRERELATIONSHIP between synapsis and cellular division causing micro volts, YET where did this all arrive from, yes intercourse between parents or a genetic Frankenstein genome experiment like they are doing now with genetics and the Chimera Virus and this so called Pandemic.  They are looking for the Ghost in the Machine, so the pathologist sees no soul, spirit or consciousness and oblivion as a consequence and only a recycling of cells without an intelligence and arrived from an accidental Big Bang or the other view that God, a highly Intelligent Mind or Consciousness Created it all and there is some sort of Conscious Life after the demise of the fleshly mortal coil.

Either view is hard to prove by science, logic or explanation so where does that leave me?; I am tired of trying to explain things scientifically, I don't want to pull things apart, so the blog is petering out, let the world go its way and its political, religious, power plays and so called new ways, Wokeism, cancel culture, numerous sexual definitions and identities, The New World Order and Smart Cities and much more. I feel like the small child in a way, I know everything is impermanent, transitory, dream like and illusionary and like the conjurors trick it comes from seemingly nowhere and yet I know the magician does it by sleight of hand and I know that all exists from nothing tangible and yet it does, so as I cannot put a stamp on it or fathom it, like a small child I let go and give up trying to figure it out and like when I was a therapist listening to the endless complicated and involved and messy stories of the sick and so called sane mind, the endless relationships of the human ego through the millennia, like the quantum 'world' 'every possibility and probability' every computation and configuration and like the detectives the maze of human crime and then love until one gives up either burnt out or just tired of endless conundrums.    

So like the Zen Monk story I like so much; A monk goes to his newly built cabin, after several realisations in order to live them and integrate them, he takes some books, some food and seeds to grow food, chops wood and a change of clothes. Winter comes and birds migrate, the trees lose their leaves, snow falls and he is snug in his cabin. The spring arrives and the birds come back, the trees begin to bud and he says 'all this and I did not do a thing to make it happen'.

Like the Monk I now know it arrives from the Unknown the Magician of the Unknown, the Unseen and not tangible to human senses only the manifestation of the rabbit from the hat. So now just sit back and enjoy.

'Behold I make all things Anew' 'Lean not to thy own Understanding' 'The Unknown knows what you want before you do' 'There is an Unknown Unseen Intelligence at Work Here, just allow it to do Its work and get your ego out the Way'. Only Necessary to Enjoy. 

SHACK