Have you considered that your thought structure allows only certain thoughts of a certain nature and prohibits all others? That your thought structure is dictated to by the thought community to which you swear allegiance? That the thoughts corralled within your thought structure are limited by the extent of your vocabulary and by whether you are satisfied with a superficial layer of meaning of that (limited) vocabulary or plumb each word's depths?
Have you considered that even your lamenting over enlightenment and unenlightenment is shaped by what you have heard and read? Have you ever had an original thought? Would you know it if you had?
At some point, this society's deep belief in matter and that only matter matters will be looked upon as quaint and weird. The enlightened thought structure and thought style of today will be tomorrow's museum curiosity. Yes, these cognitive hairdo's of which we either do not give a thought or are unjustifiably proud will be shellacked and placed on the head of a different type of dummy.
I had a vision some years back. I was standing on a board in the "midst" of infinity, infinity in all "directions." I was holding another board. My only task was to put the board I was holding "down" any "place," any place at all. Then to step over on that board, pick up the first one, and continue my "journey." It was very heartening and I laughed ( and still do ) a lot.
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No mind, no matter. No matter, never mind...
ReplyDeleteOn original thoughts; I just about jumped out of my chair while reading your former post, 'trance substantiation' for it contained a phrase that I have been carrying in my head for some 30 years for a poem (I w r i t e v e r y s l o w l y). I was going to visit a friend, a war veteran. On my way, while travelling across the open fields of the midwest, I was thinking about what he must have experienced. As I drove up over a hill and saw across an vast open pasture a solitary tree. It stood out, solitare, and I thought it looked like an explosion from a mortar shell. Then I thought that trees are 'slow-motion-explosions of green.'
ReplyDeleteSame thought, different people, different time, different levels, but same underlying solitary spirit.