Some Thoughts
In the employee lounge earlier today I sat, (in our new 28 million dollar building) eating a turkey on wheat sandwich, looking at the compacted white snow outside the window on the rooftop, staring passed it at a grouping of trees, hovering in free thought, just being, and then I began to picture the evolution of man and of how God, Goddess, or a God or Goddess may have had a hand in the direction of our evolution. (Of course this is but one of an infinite number of possibilities that I’ll not dwell on here)
As the human race we consider ourselves the only animal, the only living thing that possesses depth, the only ones that experience uniquely this world we all share— all living things, and possibly even inanimate objects may have experiences that are just not known to us. Trees, for instance , who’s to say that they do not experience life in a way that we could never understand, on a level that we could never understand. Our perceptions are our world. But we are not alone. How arrogant it would be to assume that we alone weave the cosmic web of experience. But to realize that we are all part of a greater universal whole of thought that contains us, that is an extension of our being, of being itself, this is where we touch a higher knowing, a higher realm of existence. More than what we are. The world as a whole, we experience it, so maybe it experiences us as well.
And then I bit into a ripe pear—
so sweet and juicy with brown scratch marks
etched into its green flesh. My lunch break was over.
The pear: consumed.
As the human race we consider ourselves the only animal, the only living thing that possesses depth, the only ones that experience uniquely this world we all share— all living things, and possibly even inanimate objects may have experiences that are just not known to us. Trees, for instance , who’s to say that they do not experience life in a way that we could never understand, on a level that we could never understand. Our perceptions are our world. But we are not alone. How arrogant it would be to assume that we alone weave the cosmic web of experience. But to realize that we are all part of a greater universal whole of thought that contains us, that is an extension of our being, of being itself, this is where we touch a higher knowing, a higher realm of existence. More than what we are. The world as a whole, we experience it, so maybe it experiences us as well.
And then I bit into a ripe pear—
so sweet and juicy with brown scratch marks
etched into its green flesh. My lunch break was over.
The pear: consumed.
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 12:51 AM
3 Comments:
For this reason I have always enjoyed the Native American Religions. The concept of a "stone nation" inspires me.
Carl Jung believed everything had a soul, including inanimate objects. I remember reading that he would talk to his pots and pans and tell them not to burn his food. Carl was cool. Can you tell I was a Psych major?
I love the way your mind ponders.
Hugs!
I, too, am a Psych major.
And Carl was and is very cool. I agree.
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