Turn and Become Like Little Children

“You can be confident that the “I” who thinks your thoughts and looks through your eyes and feels the world as the delicate nexus of your nervous system right now — that “I” will be like a little child again, scrubbed of all cognitive notion of being “you,” but with an intuition that will be giving you hints along the way.”

Killing Spinoza, Part Two: …and Am No Less Pantheist For It

The relationship between avocado and flesh, or avocado and pit, is an example of non-duality. (What’s less immediately clear but just as true is the non-dual relationship between flesh and pit, because of their shared “avocadoness.”) It doesn’t mean the flesh doesn’t exist or the pit is an illusion — it simply means they don’t exist independent of their “interbeing” with and within avocado.

Killing Spinoza, Part One: Why I Disavow Pantheism™️…

I don’t see what is so hard or controversial about observing that the telos or purpose of the universe is to grow purpose like a garden grows crops. We won’t find the purpose by digging into the ground, but nothing at all could grow without that ground. It should also be clear that the crops are not separate from the ground — they are extensions of it in a very real sense — and so the garden is not two things, ground and crops, fused into one. It is one thing that is all of a piece.  

Just Call Me Lunch Lady

I think most of us who aren’t rabid fundamentalists are small-c cafeteria “catholics” in the original sense of the word –”universal”– and I mean that in a very good way. We are all pursuing the same Truth, diffused through our diverse human cultures in a wide variety of ways, and we sample from the whole selection available to us and choose what resonates the most.

Then There Is

The negation of something is not the same as the assertion of its ubiquity. Imagine two identical rooms; one of them is completely full of oxygen, and the other is completely empty of it. You have to spend ten minutes enclosed in one of them. Does it make a difference which one you choose?

The Maculate Gems of Indra’s Net

“We are not mere passive apertures by which an active universe perceives itself — we are fractals of that prime activity, by which the universe stages dramas that are woven seamlessly into the fabric of the Great Story we call reality. To miss or disavow these subjective aspects of the Story is to admire a forest while giving no thought to root structure or photosynthesis, and to abdicate our co-creatorship only assures that our contribution will be dull and derivative.”

The Cantankerous Inward Anarchism of Sludge O’Toole

Though the character is no match for Hennecy’s real-life activist credentials and socialist bonafides..the heart that drives them and the philosophy that guides them are the same. I can speak with confidence on the matter because Sludge is, more or less, me — that is, he, shortcomings and all, represents my present-day influence on my own book about events from the long-ago past. He is the mentor that I’ve had to be for myself while my wordsmith nature daydreams the story into existence. He is the secular patron saint of every independent author who has been compelled to write while working, in the world but not quite of it, to support a family and promote their own work as a one-person DIY writer-publisher in late stage capitalist America.

Against All Authority, Especially My Own

The asymmetrical war is the cause of Estelle’s dissociative symptoms. The “tiny but loud autocrat,” one should quickly surmise, is her ego, which is not the bastion of individuality we assume it to be. This assumption, we learn, is a deliberate Orwellian twist that perpetuates social control over the individual by placing an authoritarian voice of its own creation at the helm of the natural person seeking liberation. The duplicity of the egoic turncoat — acting at times like the liberator but only further ensnaring the self in its grasp — fuels the distrust that keeps them at odds, preventing the one thing that can actually lead to a liberated individual: the rejection of all authority, including one’s own.