It is an in between time — stepping through the doorway that separates sleep and wakefulness — when one has a sense of self shifting betwixt roles. The observer of and actor within a movie which randomly muses through moments past or re-creates imagined eras. 

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The awareness of self as an observer and/or director, speaks to me of an inner knowing of something that is vague, immense, and has a Will separate from the unconscious actor “me.”  Let us name this in-between time, Chaos.

Chaos manifested in the beginning.  Within her void, time slumbered in undifferentiated fusion with all the elements, potentials, and seeds of sentience.  Yet, some say that Chaos was born from Mist and that Mist was the first to exist.  

Mist is symbolic of things indeterminate, or the fusing together of the elements of air and water, and the inevitable absorbing of the outlines of each aspect and each particular phase of the evolution process.  

Vision:  Unable to see things clearly unless they are relatively close to the eyes, owing to the focusing of rays of light by the eye at a point in front of the retina; myopic

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The Six Blind Men & the Elephant, a famous Hindu fable that tells the story of six blind sojourners that come across different parts of an elephant. In turn, each blind man creates his own version of reality from that limited experience and perspective. The video below is a illustrated version sharing an aged truth about our human condition and the relation between relative and absolute truth.

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…”There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence: for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist whom you will read in time to come asserts that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all our lives a time towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares us in the stillness of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.”*

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I will be taking a break for a bit as I have two eye surgeries scheduled for December and January.  It is a bit of a wonder to the possibility of “seeing” what I have not been able to see.  Hope all who visit find the days within the next two months to be filled with loving compassion and equanimity.

 

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In Search of Lost Time

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