#51 - I THROUGH THE GLASS

Can you ever see someone? Or is whatever you see just projection animating a corpse? Only what is revealed, communicated, but not the soul. And then whatever is seen gets filtered through not just your eye, but your I. Whatever you want to believe about them becomes who they are. 

This sentiment could be extended to all things the I perceives. Forever blinded from the truth by the I who wishes to remain separate, distant, protected. This is not of malice, but of survival. For once the I realizes the unity of all things, the I dies.

All creatures fight for survival. For where love is absent, power reigns. The will to power dominates, the ego inflates, the strong kill the weak for game. Once we feel true love, the I dies. The empathy, the resonance which can bring us together, we actively run away from. 

We run away from true enlightenment, true bliss, to live a life of suffering. We are so afraid of death, because we cannot see the eternal life which awaits on the other side... Or is there another reason?

This begs the question of why we were created. I think of it like why we fiction is created. Would it be fair to discredit all fiction because they are lesser forms of existence and you should not divide yourself? 

No. We write to discover. In those stories, we see something within ourselves we can never live in our lives outside the page. We discover truth hidden between the lines, My theory is God, the perfect and infinite, made us to experience the imperfect and finite. 

Even if I, at the end of the day, is fundamentally an illusion, it is an illusion only you can experience. You may see the whole truth unfiltered, but you lose your gift. You lose the privilege of a lifetime, to live authentically. If I die, I can never be the I only I can be.

All this to say, even if you can't ever know the whole truth in your lifetime, be one to strive; that alone will make you an interesting character. 

Do the "whole integrate your shadow and live who you truly want to be by tailoring your input and output" shtick. You're alive for that reason, aren't you? Maybe I'm wrong, but what I know I'm not wrong about is...

NIHIL EST SINE RATIONE