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We are so in love with our words and ideas that we forget the
direct experience from which they arise. We build concept upon concept.
In the end we have abstracted our contact with life into the rote
regurgitation of thought-bound ideology.
We have fallen victim to the
great curse of human existence of the tendency to misconstrue language
(words, thoughts, ideas) for actuality. We are entombed in our brains.
We are
thinking our lives, not
living them.
Think
about the problems all this thought is creating. We pick up a self-help
book, a book of spiritual advice, a religious book, thinking it might
help with our thought-bound world. We read. We think it quite
interesting. We think we will read more. We are not sure where all of
this is going, but we think we will read more and find out.
It is not going anywhere.
Thought has nowhere to go but its own isolated, endless fragmented repetition.
Without
the obsession of thought we are the recognition and the expression of
the energy of consciousness and space in which we and others coexist in
such profound contact that there is nothing that definitively divides
us.
We search for this relationship of profound openness, without
guile or armor, vulnerable, trusting, and at the same time, intimate,
intertwined, boundaryless - but this transcendental relationship
constantly slips from us as we experience it and then try to
institutionalize it.
When our minds are absolutely quiet, when
thought is still, this relationship is the natural state of our being.
Then thought, the ego-center, enters immediately to catalog, analyze,
and capture the beauty of the vision.
We seek the rare butterfly.
Upon glimpsing its beauty we stalk it, catch it, drive a pin through its
head to mount it, and put it on our wall with its Latin name. We trade
the moment of beauty for the endless stultification of a dead symbol, an
artifact, a word, a concept.
We can use language to approach
that which is beyond language. We can use language to amuse ourselves.
We can use language as poetry, as music. But we forget that these words,
any words, bring us nowhere in actuality, only somewhere in the mind,
in thought. We are in a bubble. We are staring in the pond admiring the
reflection of our own thoughts." ~ Steven Harrison