Ivory Towers

 

One cannot help but notice that happiness is not common.

We have good days and bad. Life goes on around us, the ebb and flow and constant shuffle of humanity walking, running, sleeping through this agreement we call reality.  Unaware that what is around us is both there…and not.  Buying into the illusion that we can forget what we are.  We dance to the tune woven around us of intertwined fates-chords of other lives touching ours in the periphery and creating ripples we interpret as real things…having an effect on us only because we choose.

We watch “reality” TV.  We eat food with no connection to the land.  We work jobs with artificial meaning.  We isolate ourselves in a dreamworld built of the things which are our masters.  We base our relationships on what we see in the media, and hold ourselves and our loved ones accountable for maintaining an illusionary gestalt–a set of standards which never existed in the first place.  We follow the lives of celebrities more closely than we follow our families.

It’s comfortable.  It’s easier to think that when we look at something, we are seeing the actual thing itself, and forget that the truth of it is that all we can see is the light reflected from it.  We have never actually seen anything.  We allow the miracle of sound to be fed to us by whatever the pundits at the record labels want us to hear, and call it “good”.  Magazines tell us what to look like, what to buy, what to think like.  Politicians control us by offering themselves as targets of our displeasure…a distraction to keep us from seeing the truth of the human situation.

So what is the truth?

I think deep down inside, we all know the truth, but are unable to get out of its way.  Can we step outside mysticism and religion and social norms for a minute?  Can we join hands there for long enough to see clearly?  Here we can see the most basic of things for the miracles that they are.  Peel back the layers and look at the truth of your being.  Look.  The act of seeing itself means that you live in a world of light. Think about it.  Everything you see is just reflected light being bounced into your eye…and when it hits the back of the eye, it’s upside down.  Your optic nerve carries that signal to your brain as an electrical signal, where your brain interprets that nonsense signal into something it can relate to and flips it right-side-up.  And they say ‘seeing is believing’?  Your mind is creating an illusion that we take as reality.

Sound.  Speech.  Music.  Language and poetry.  It’s impossible to not realize that all of these work the same way.  Vibrations in the air interact with a membrane in your ear, creating a signal, which your brain converts to something it can relate to.  That in and of itself is amazing, but when you stop to consider speech, it becomes even more beautiful.  A thought originates in your mind, traveling through your nervous system, becoming a set of instructions executed in precise patterns, all to vibrate the air around you.  A low-energy signal traveling through the air to be caught in another’s nervous system, and interpreted.  Think on that.  Speech is a signal from one mind to another.  What do we choose to say?  What signals are you sending?

It is said that knowledge is power.  I agree, but I feel we forget that it’s not always the huge ideas and massive discoveries that make up this power.  It’s the small victories of denying the ripples of what we call reality, and realizing it on our own, with the small truths, the small discoveries, the tiny miracles which make up our very core existence.  Attribute them to what you have to to get through the day.  God.  Physics.  Whatever helps you remember that you are remarkable.

The truth?  Right now I feel that in these moments in which we step outside ourselves, we are all luminous, beautiful, powerful.  We are connected on so many levels.  We understand each other without beating one another over the head with our ideas.  In this field outside wrongdoing and rightdoing, we are children again, full of wonder and magic and the power of human potential.  Anything is possible and–

You.   Are.   Beautiful.

Let no one tell you otherwise.  Especially yourself.

So.  Can we live here?  Can we be here always?  Can we leave it all behind, forget our stories?  Maybe someday.  We have our moments, and for now those have to be enough.  They are rare for me, but I am here now, in this very second.  I am standing before you with no image, no ego.  In this moment in time, however fleeting, I am laughing like a child with my arms open to the world.  It won’t last long.   Come find me.

Post Author: Kyodai

6 thoughts on “Ivory Towers

    Kieran Williams

    (September 2, 2009 - 12:18 am)

    “Think on that. Speech is a signal from one mind to another. What do we choose to say? What signals are you sending?”

    Its interesting that you say that, when i thought about what you were saying its essentially the emotion of sound thats inherent when we converse. Like you said the media shows us what other people look like, what they eat and what they do, and as humans raise on certian beliefs and points of view. The lesser of two evils being one person can choose to do something like the other person, act like them or even sing like them, like a constant repetition in a way.

    On another level, its like humans like to be like those whom they view above them, its almost like we live to be like others except we act in a way to retain a part of ourselves, like adding bricks to a house. The more you add the bigger the house gets, each experience, what you see,your actions,your feelings, but what about the bricks of the media or others? The false ones that seem to add onto the house but hold nothing true of themselves? And then when other bricks pile onto those ones that are either true or false ones, is it essentially like building a false life in which you live in and see out of? Its like it was built for you, rather than by you,

    Sorry if i was at all redundant or incomprehensible. Just intrigued me a little and liked the subject matter.

    Katrina Cunha

    (September 2, 2009 - 9:51 am)

    Very nice. I remember you telling me much the same thing a while back when I was venting to you about life. And you’re right. We live in the “reality” we choose to see. It’s all just perspective. I for one have tried lately to see things from a new place and “reality”, such as it is, has changed dramatically for the better. You, my friend, have a point of view that I wish was contagious.

    p.s.
    No matter what perspective I view it from, the kiddo locking me outside still isn’t funny. I’m just sayin’…..

    Colorado Dad

    (September 2, 2009 - 10:51 am)

    Naw, it’s still funny, I don’t care who ya are!!

    admin

    (September 2, 2009 - 5:03 pm)

    Kieran–

    I’m glad you read this! There are many things we still have to discuss, but for now, this will do.

    “On another level, its like humans like to be like those whom they view above them, its almost like we live to be like others except we act in a way to retain a part of ourselves, like adding bricks to a house.”

    I agree with you on this. The sad thing is that we actually perceive people as above or below. When we are able to step outside these paradigms, I feel that we all equalize. There is no above other than what we generate. There is no below other than what we create.

    “The more you add the bigger the house gets, each experience, what you see,your actions,your feelings, but what about the bricks of the media or others? The false ones that seem to add onto the house but hold nothing true of themselves?”

    Here you are getting closer to the heart of the matter. But here’s the point. you are the House.
    There is no difference between you and it.

    ” is it essentially like building a false life in which you live in and see out of? Its like it was built for you, rather than by you,”

    And here, with the eyes of youth, you strike directly to the core of it. Exactly. If you are the House, and it’s being built for you…then you are living a life that you did not build.

    Keep thinking, Kieran-san. You’re doing well.

    -S-

    Kieran Williams

    (September 3, 2009 - 1:16 am)

    Thinking is good for the soul, like wise mine is done best when typed or written down. Though i guess either talking or writing works either way. Just need more practice. Been looking up some stuff since we last talked (Dyson spheres, quantum theory, etc) having some difficulties reading them, but still trying to expand my mental knowledge bin. Do you know of any good writings that would be interesting or that might be on a level that i could read? Found a good will that has plenty of text books on different sciences (most of the 5.99!) and figured id see what they have.

    Jim

    (September 13, 2009 - 6:02 pm)

    I like your idea and the way you expressed it Spence. 1 thought to another, 1 person to another. 1 thought projected through the physical manipulation of matter, only to be absorbed and interpreted by another. This other person perceives the message according to all interaction they have had in this world, and their perception is unique.

    Like a cosmic fingerprint no two are alike. Each individual views the universe through a lense that is composed of experience and interaction. Thus 1 person might address a crowd of 50,000 and each of those 50,000 will take away from that address a unique experience.

    In my opinion, the the most precious manipulation of matter, be is audible or visual, is created using the imagination. The action of creating an intangible thought from very tangible matter is extraordinary. You see, the very atoms that comprise the human mind can also be found in rolling hills of grass, a clear mountain lake, or a rocky cliff. And since we have yet to experience an extraordinary idea coming from rolling hills of grass, a clear mountain lake, or a rocky cliff, there must be something quite remarkable going on between the ears of humans….. a kind of magic.

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