Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A New View

I awakened this morning with the strangest perception of reality.

Foreign would be a better word. Because it seems the more truer of the perceptions.

My eyes confuse me. All of my senses confuse me. They give an extremely altered perception of life.

What strange filters we wear.

Our society serves to confuse us. Our homes, our cars, even our clothing gives us an altered perception.

No wonder I'm so lost. I'm living in a land of confusion.

For what, truly, is life? Is life our daily activities?

No. Life is as simple as the wind, the sun, the dirt beneath our feet. And what we humans do is confuse that.

We try to create something that is not true. For some reason, we've created this "life" that has absolutely nothing to do with life at all.

No wonder we are all so confused.

I woke up this morning and realized that my bedroom is in my way. My computer is in my way. My clothes are in my way. My kitchen is in my way. I looked out the window and saw houses and cars and streets that are in my way.

In the way of what? They are blocking me from being able to see true reality. They are blocking me from seeing life as it truly is.

I don't understand society. I never have. The only problem with that is that I was born into it. And so my views of reality are completely skewed by it.

This is why I'm so lost.

This is why I seem to be disconnected from reality. Because reality has absolutely nothing to do with the life that I live on a daily basis.

Absolutely nothing.

So it's time for a new life. A new view. It's time to start seeing things as they are.

I asked for help in understanding the world around me before I went to bed last night. And this is how I awakened.

For the first time, I see everything as it is. I can not zero anything out. My bedroom is this strange box built of white flat panels with a hole cut in one of them that contains a piece of glass to let light in. Under my feet is this strange brown material meant to keep my feet clean and probably to help keep them warm. All around me are strangely colored lights meant to keep the box in which I live from seeming so much like a container.

And what do I see when I look outside? More containers holding humans. Aluminum and glass containers with wheels that can move faster than any animal on earth. Houses built of flat panels with glass-filled holes, oddly planted flowers and grass that do not seem to belong where they are. Black rivers that do not flow, that are as solid as the dirt beneath my feet, lined with rivers of ice that are not cold, that do not break beneath my weight.

No wonder I'm so confused.

This life we live has nothing to do with reality. It only serves to confuse us.

What is a place, like the cafe at which I spend hours upon hours in my day? It is nothing. It is, like everything else built by man, built by our strange perceptions of reality, in my way. I can not see what is real because everything is blocked by things that are not real.

Wow. I understand now more perfectly why my soul seeks simplicity, silence, solitude in nature.

For that is the truest reality. And without regaining that perception, my soul becomes utterly lost in the land of the created and the creator.

In our world, who is the creator? Man.

Man believes he is God. Man believes that God does not do his job well enough, so we must constantly re-do it for him. He didn't make us warm enough, so we make clothing. He didn't make enough places on our planet for us to stay dry, so we build houses. He didn't make us to walk fast enough, so we create cars and trains. He didnt' give us wings, so we build airplanes. He didn't supply us with enough to eat, so we tilled farms. And then, because we could not walk fast enough to obtain these things that we've created, we made stores, more buildings to get in our way, from which we could collect the things we've made.

When the truth is, God supplied everything we need.

No wonder we are so utterly lost. We are no longer in touch with reality in any way, shape, or form.

And I, who has always existed on the outskirts of this "reality" anyway, now live in Southern California, probably the furthest spot from true reality that exists on this planet.

And I am lost. I feel apathetic because this life I live makes no sense at all to my soul, to my humanness. My brain is filled with nonsense, because all of my filters are clogged with it. My eyes see man's creations everywhere I go. My ears hear man's creations. My fingers touch man's creations. My tongue tastes man's creations. My nose smells man's creations.

And all sense of true reality is lost.

No wonder I'm confused. None of this makes any sense to me, because there is no true reason that it should.
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