Sunday, June 22, 2014
The big challenge sometimes is to not be distracted. The mind is clear for a few seconds. Next, the mind clouds over. It gets swept away into a mental image, memory, fantasy or some wishful thinking, or into a hazy, soft cloud of dullness. The mind often is lazy. It looks at things and attaches mental labels. Someone shows you a picture. You say, “Oh, a picture,” without actually seeing the picture. You walk past trees. You’re vaguely aware of trees along the street. The trees melt into a generalized mental blur, the label “trees”, so that one barely notices the trees. One’s eyes might be directed towards a tree without actually seeing the tree. The word tree might flash in mind, but does one actually see the individual tree with its wealth of sensual qualities?
Friday, June 20, 2014
Lohbado put on noise cancelling ear phones. His nose was damp with fluid. Parasites emerged from the pores of his cranium. His stomach growled in hunger. Lohbado closed his aching eyes and tried to understand existence. So far, he couldn’t understand it, other than to say that one is born into a structured, social situation and then one dies. That’s the natural order. Language is an obvious example of the kind of structure that makes human interaction possible. Although the events of one’s life might seem, from a self-centred perspective, chaotic and meaningless, reality manifests meaning and structure. Without a meaningful reality, knowledge would be impossible. It might not seem meaningful for a rational person to be slave to a master and to undergo endless suffering for no purpose other than to survive, or to fulfill social responsibilities. Lack of personal meaning doesn’t mean reality is absurd. Science, for example, discovers endless sensible arrangements.
Lohbado lived a meaningful life of making texts and images. Imagination and reason unlocked doors leading to infinite exploration of the inner and outer cosmos.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Lohbado experienced oneness with Oorsis. Their essences mingled into ecstatic union. Sensual images possessed his mind stream, for example, the sense of spaciousness one feels while standing at the edge of the ocean during sunset, or watching sun rise over distant hills. His visual field vibrated with the rich sensations of rose buds and orchid petals and lily pistol and stamen. His ears bathed in the music of the spheres, vibrations of wellbeing. The pleasurable bliss was so intense, Lohbado felt his body melt away. He dissolved into a perfumed mist over the altar. He saw lightening and heard thunder. He felt Oorsis drool into his ear. Her saliva leaked into his brain. He realized his body was a finite reference point, with access to the infinite.
When he woke up, he knew his life would never be the same.
Friday, June 13, 2014
|Lohbado in a cafe|
Do you feel wealthy or empty inside? Lohbado was shocked to hear many people speak of ennui, anxiety, inner void, lack of interests, not knowing what to do, lack of purpose. Many people who complain about feeling empty, bored and without purpose are people who have a lot of financial resources, job security, in other words, all the material things necessary to create a rich and meaningful life. So why are they suffering? Lohbado could empathize with their pain. Nobody has an easy ride through life. Everyone faces challenges.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
|Lohbado approaching the dangerous door|
Monday, June 9, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
The fallen tree reminded him of his father's corpse, as it lay in the coffin. Lohbado sat by his father's corpse for half an hour and marvelled at how a man, once so powerful and influential, had been reduced to a heap of material, that would soon be absorbed into the earth and forgotten. So much fuss for nothing. While alive, one struggles to be noticed or at least acknowledged. After death, it will be as though one never even existed. One might be remembered for a while, but then even the people who remember you will eventually die. Anyway, which part of you would you like remembered? Which one of your character traits would you single out as being the essence of yourself? Which version of yourself, at what age, could be the official portrait?