Molecules are moving. Universes are colliding. Generations are being born and dying simultaneously, throughout eternity. As one of our great American poets, Walt Whitman, once said: “I contain multitudes.”
Life is not dependent upon our classifications and our categories, our science. But we are. We find it interesting and helpful.
One function of the intellect is to catalog. But cataloging doesn’t change anything. If we call it a rose, or by any other name, it still smells as sweet. The name doesn’t really matter. It is convenient for us.
A categorization implies a hierarchical way of seeing things. Life is really relational, not hierarchical. Hierarchical is a human way of looking at things. Relational is much more the way things are. Everything is connected.
In reality, as any physicist will tell you, the physical world is made up of moving energy. All matter is energy.
The world glows all the time. All of the things that you have come to understand aren’t. The greatest thinkers in the world see very little compared to the enlightened.
There’s no way we can possibly understand anything. But we can see things, we can perceive things, and we can wonder. We can just be in a world of awe and wonder. That’s the best we can do.
Things are not necessarily logical. Logic is a secondary source reference. Everything is what it is. We have decided to apply rationale to things. It makes us feel better.
The body is a very low level machine language. The language of the soul, of the mind, is much more evolved.
To think the universe is only composed of the physical universe is to be rather shortsighted.
The shortest distance between two points is your mind. It’s not a straight line.
The world is the way the world is because we think that it is so.
There is only eternity. That’s our real body. The stars are our blanket. Time doesn’t even exist, except in our own minds.
There is no time. There is no space. There is no condition. There is only awareness, awareness of these ideas.
Time is a convenient filing system human beings have devised to segregate their experiences.
A surfer is poised on a wave on his board, cutting quickly to the left. He’ll always be there, in that moment. He’s never left it. He had no birth, he didn’t go to school, he didn’t purchase the board; none of those things ever were.
Time is not a movement in space. Space is a movement in time.
Time does not really exist as we know it; rather it’s a transfiguration of a concept in which mortality, mutability, is conditioned.
I would suggest to you that at this moment you are the only self that you have ever had; you’ve never had a childhood; there wasn’t a five-minute-ago time.
There is no future. There is only now, a continuous now. We have become so wrapped up in the past and the future that we don’t see the continuous now. There is no future. It is an idea that you have.