Love all that is.
Even stone is awareness.
Living consciousness awareness.
It (stone) is a slow kind of awareness, too slow for the quick, liquid mind that we – modern-day apes – are.
But all (you and all this other nameless stuff of the Universe) autopoietic entities know their metabolic boundaries, right?
Metabolism is where physics becomes chemistry becomes psychology…
Where all is one, where labels of difference fade into sameness,
and where one is All.
But, get this, autopoeitiec/metabolic boundaries aren’t really separateness.
They (the boundaries, the skin) are Connection (to All That Is) itself.
That which keeps us separate also keeps us unified.
Paradox only if you think in duality.
Otherwise, makes perfect sense.
I am just musing
(on the bewildering complexity of all that is)
I hope you are too.
(musing on the bewildering complexity of all that is).
“Love all that is, even stone.” is all I came here to say now.
I said it.
Time to interpret and/or internalize is never now:
Form is always phase-behind Essence.
Live with, not against.
The rest is repetition (of war and peace).
That’s right, just another another long-winded English-speaking Russian-thinking mind…
East and West meet again
Who is? Who is?
Mind is a living text.
Edited in progress.