“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
When dreaming, the entities we encounter feel separate from us at the time, but given the context of waking life we realise they were all projected within and by us, that our mind had duped itself into believing it was divided. Given a yet greater context or vantage point, we would likely find that waking life is of precisely the same nature; that wherever there is a sense of separateness, dreaming is taking place. As one universe and reality there has never really been “us” or “we”, there has only ever been, and eternally will be, me.
“So then, here’s the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God, you could call it anything you like. And it’s all of us. It’s playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever, everywhere and anywhere. And it’s playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures, but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you’re ready to wake up, you’re gonna wake up. And if you’re not ready, you’re gonna stay pretending that you’re just a poor little me.” ~ Alan Watts
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, ‘Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, ‘Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.'” ~ Bill Hicks
Your instrument of evolution,
Or face dissolution.
Intimately we are spun,
Our threads so entwined,
Two feel like one.
People everywhere lost in a role.
I am their soul.
But you are you and I am me;
The eternal witness,
And another personality.
Nothing exists without an opposite; black defines white, strength is only relevant amidst hardship, to know good you must also know evil, and without death there would be no life. So don’t be so quick to scratch a side of the coin, because without two sides, you’d find yourself without so much as a nickel.
Love is no better than hate.
Pain, just another state.
Why loath death, it’s fate.
Culture and the heart will always generate,
A cluttered slate.
Experience and interpretation,
Are yours to coordinate.
A version of reality built on sensory information interpreted by a mind devised purely to perceive in a manner conducive to its own survival, is not necessarily likely to be a model of lavish insight into the true nature of things. However prior to interpretation sensory perception is itself in direct communication with the fulcrum of our consciousness, with the “The Observer”, and it is this spectrum of experience which is our most objective.
Given our understanding of perception is limited to that which is associated with our survival, the question then arises as to what other forms of experience reality could potentially produce through manipulation of consciousness through processes and forces other than evolution by natural selection.
Most frequencies of light served us no use in the past, and so we now see only a portion of the electromagnetic spectrum, red through violet, and so it stands to reason that our other senses are very likely also blind to the vast majority of their respective spectrums. Say for example if the love through hate experienced within the mind, or in this case the ‘heart’, was not unlike the red through violet experienced by the eyes; it would represent a mere fraction of perceptual possibility, only in this case perception of internally generated emotion rather than externally generated light. And furthermore, what of the experience of spectrums of senses we don’t possess to any degree at all?
Our sensory experiences while pure in nature, are also constitutionally limited. As a universe impervious to decisive critique through observation, all that can be reliably inferred is through virtue of the fact that observation itself is happening; that something is experiencing itself.