originally posted by: AnkhMorpork
In a non-local, holographic universe - local matters.
say this to someone if they ever ask you why you're paying such attention to minor detail.
This idea brings to my mind the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
by Robert Pirsig.
We become one with what we love, but true quality and craftsmanship has been lost or watered because we lost touch with quality or virtue as its own
reward. It all happened after they made Socrates drink the Hemlock poison, and Aristotle decided to make quality and virtue the subject of a dialectic
while enshrining materialism in the categorization and labelling for the purpose of institutionalizing Academia, instead of quality and virtue as
something that's intrinsic to the heart of our connection with the world and with all creative action wherein the subject object duality falls away.
And in that moment, to this moment, we were thrown from the heart of the world, with such a worldview looked upon with distain as being too
"solipsistic" and even egocentric, and an argument was made that the observer and the observed are two separate and distinct phenomenon within the
context of traditional scientific inquiry, but which only raises more questions than it answers while always moving the bar.
We became lost. Lost from the being at the heart of it all. The ancients were not as primitive as we might presume, and they may have even been right
but for all the wrong reasons, either way, when something is lost, it can be recovered, and although once dead, rendered alive again (not unlike the
We lost our place, but just maybe a table has already been set, also by anticipation from the origin of creation, and that's funny imho. Surprising.
Superdeterministic. Always one step ahead while forever inviting us to catch up with it and with the utmost sense of urgency. True life. The happy
life wherein Virtue is it's own reward and quality and craftsmanship a thing of great beauty and something more that transcends the duality of
craftsman and object.
And it can take place, this.. koinonia
, in the process of tuning a motorcycle, or in any endeavour,
any activity, no matter how mundane where it may be said that the sacred lives in the mundane because - in a non-local, holographic universe, local
matters. ha HA!
This is either liberating, or terrifying, or both, but who, when the self-imposed prison doors swing open, would rather relock it from the inside and
cower in the far corner rather than to have the courage to be free and to come out to play?
We're a sad sad lot, most of us if not all of us, but even in the midst of the tears of regret in the face of the realization, is there not a loving
smile that's capable of wiping away those tears, and even an outstretched hand of sorts, which to grasp, leads us straight into the resurrected life
and thus into tears of hilarity and astonishment and immense gratitude and love where it's possible to be entirely consoled and comforted?
We have much to mourn over, including a world set apart from us for no reason, but it's also very funny from the new POV, and thus it can become the
place where tears of regret can be become tears of hilarity at our own prior ignorance and absurdity.
I think this is a blessed realization because once the mind and heart changes shape, once the truth and the spirit is touched and a spark lit, then
there's no stopping the light that shines for all in the house and that light is YOU.
That's the funny part of it too, that it's one person at a time starting with you, and me, for a party that cannot begin until we get there, but that
once we arrive can be seen to have been the very thing that we were missing all along and that was available through a process of deductive and
inductive reasoning which does not begin with the seperative, materialist monist, Newtonian/Cartesian POV, which is a faulty presupposition and
edit on 20-3-2017 by AnkhMorpork because: typo