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"We are incomplete creatures," says Jonathan Haidt. "We cannot live alone; we cannot find our own meaning alone. We realize our potential, we become alive, only when we find the 'between.'"
What Really Makes People Happy
I fall back everyday, desperately trying to find the "story" I'm in right now. I don't have any comfort zones left at this point. The structure of the world around me has become brutally, blatantly dependent on my interpretations, my actions.
I fall apart regularly, waiting for something, anything to tell me how it is. I die each time I understand the only answer is "however you make it be."
I feel too limited and incomplete accept that I am a creator. I am overwhelmed by the oldest and deepest of human fears - loneliness. I look straight into the face of the possibility that I am just a isolated piece of awareness, adrift on an unconscious and uncaring sea of experiences. I fear that I am nothing more than a disconnected point of view in an atomized universe of unintegrated, limited understandings.
When you first understand that you have to make your own place in the world, it sounds very much like the confirmation of you're darkest worry - that you have no place.
It sounds that way because you have reified this distinction between the Universe and Self. That separation is an illusion, a device used to make understanding easier in a limited forms.
You are your place in the Universe - nowhere else.
No relationship.
No work.
No community.
No memory.
No dream.
None of these are your place. They are the betweens, the paths between places which let you understand that there is no end to the different possible ways of being. They are the unfolding of self into the universe, the articulations of the poetic moment that is you, the space between gods touching.
No matter how much time you spend on those roads, though, they are not your home. Home would not exist without them, but they are still not where you come from and where you must return.
And you can only avoid that place for so long.
You were born something big and go about re-creating it into different forms everyday. So long as you identify with those forms, you miss it. So long as you forget that self is both something eternal and created, you miss it. So long as you don't look within because you are too afraid of seeing what is or is not there, you miss it.
You. Not what you think, wish, fear, or believe you are but what you actually are. That is your fixed point. All else, internal and external, changes to reflect your understanding of that infinitesimally brief and small place in the Universe which is you.
Everybody Here Is A Cloud
by Cloud Cult
And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate
You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
You've been spending your time
Thinkin' about why you think so much
If there ever was a time
Now would be the time to see your time here is limited
Everybody here is a crowd
We all walk around with a million faces
Somebody turn the lights out
There's so much more to see in the darkest places
In the darkest places
In the darkest places
And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate
You came up off the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say oh-oh-oh-oh
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say go-go-go-go
Everybody here is a crowd
We each walk around with a million faces
You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Update: found this quote a few minutes after posting this
"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
- Albert Einstein
What Really Makes People Happy
I fall back everyday, desperately trying to find the "story" I'm in right now. I don't have any comfort zones left at this point. The structure of the world around me has become brutally, blatantly dependent on my interpretations, my actions.
I fall apart regularly, waiting for something, anything to tell me how it is. I die each time I understand the only answer is "however you make it be."
I feel too limited and incomplete accept that I am a creator. I am overwhelmed by the oldest and deepest of human fears - loneliness. I look straight into the face of the possibility that I am just a isolated piece of awareness, adrift on an unconscious and uncaring sea of experiences. I fear that I am nothing more than a disconnected point of view in an atomized universe of unintegrated, limited understandings.
When you first understand that you have to make your own place in the world, it sounds very much like the confirmation of you're darkest worry - that you have no place.
It sounds that way because you have reified this distinction between the Universe and Self. That separation is an illusion, a device used to make understanding easier in a limited forms.
You are your place in the Universe - nowhere else.
No relationship.
No work.
No community.
No memory.
No dream.
None of these are your place. They are the betweens, the paths between places which let you understand that there is no end to the different possible ways of being. They are the unfolding of self into the universe, the articulations of the poetic moment that is you, the space between gods touching.
No matter how much time you spend on those roads, though, they are not your home. Home would not exist without them, but they are still not where you come from and where you must return.
And you can only avoid that place for so long.
You were born something big and go about re-creating it into different forms everyday. So long as you identify with those forms, you miss it. So long as you forget that self is both something eternal and created, you miss it. So long as you don't look within because you are too afraid of seeing what is or is not there, you miss it.
You. Not what you think, wish, fear, or believe you are but what you actually are. That is your fixed point. All else, internal and external, changes to reflect your understanding of that infinitesimally brief and small place in the Universe which is you.
Everybody Here Is A Cloud
by Cloud Cult
And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate
You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
You've been spending your time
Thinkin' about why you think so much
If there ever was a time
Now would be the time to see your time here is limited
Everybody here is a crowd
We all walk around with a million faces
Somebody turn the lights out
There's so much more to see in the darkest places
In the darkest places
In the darkest places
And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate
You came up off the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say oh-oh-oh-oh
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say go-go-go-go
Everybody here is a crowd
We each walk around with a million faces
You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces, have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?
Update: found this quote a few minutes after posting this
"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
- Albert Einstein