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Originally Posted by The Rev
It occured to me the other night, as I revelled in the pathetic beauty of a so almost perfect stone, that our lives are almost exclusively devoted to ego management.
Now, what I mean by this is, we have this picture in our mind that we identify with. We say, "that is me" when we look at it. Describe yourself, and you will describe this picture; because, the fact is, any element of this picture can be taken away, and you would still be. And what we do with this picture is confuse it with Truth, and therefore defend it at all costs. "Who are you calling a liar, fucker!?" etc.
I could, of course, go into how stupid it is, but this is not my true point. The thing I'm getting at here is, what alternatives do you have to living to defend the self-IMAGE? For most of us, happiness is about finding a place where that image is totally secure: to be at peace with one's self, for example. What about abandoning the picture? What then?
I've been playing with this thought all day, and I it's some of the most refreshing mental activity I've experienced in awhile. Little things, like treating life like a video game, and approaching it with a "look for the fun" attitude, have been on my mind alot.
Thoughts?
The Rev |
I haven't read any other answers/ posts yet. For some reason, stones are often my muse (don't ask... I've no idea). This stone is green and has some creases in each end. It is defined as such. If it did not have the creases/ wrinkles, it would still have the same 'DNA'
but the appearance would be different. It would not be the exact same rock. If we broke one end off, it would then be a piece of the original stone... maybe it would even have a type of 'memory' of the whole... and even before this, when it was part of a larger stone or of the process that created the larger stone. Perhaps a type of 'non-cognitive' on a different level 'affective' type of memory of heat and of changing chemical composition... a 'history'.... maybe even a similar type of 'memory' in regard to each of the elements that created it... and their history... their force and essence. But NOW... it's just a broken stone... and doesn't 'wish' for anything... is just a stone... just IS. And maybe some human child will pick it up and will be completely delighted because the broken edge fits perfectly in his sand sculpture. And the DNA of this child is such in which this child has an aptitude for architecture and this characteristic just IS, within the DNA of what makes this child himself.... it is part of his EGO... and it is a part of his genetic make-up as well. He places the stone within his sculpture while within his mind is a building that he has always known... and that has always fascinated and delighted him. A building that his eyes have 'never?' seen.
Rocks are cool
