eternity in an hour
The sun lives in my backyard. Unfortunately it is not allowed inside, gets ions all over the couch. Ions are good for me. That’s why it’s unfortunate.
We continue to find new clocks hidden in our biology and ecosystems. Grand timers and jointed motion levering it's way into our awareness ever so slowly. It takes faith to know that all things are in calibrated alignment. Opposition is actually processing that creates higher order coordination. Competition begets coordination. When you are one of the opposing forces, you feel oppressed by the other. When you are the whole, you are made better by the conflict. Us who must process everything emotionally and spiritually are the ones that don't get it. We also are the only ones with the chance to wholly get it. The experience of knowing is available to us. Do note that knowing is an experience, not a structure. To feel emotion and afford a spirit is to occupy a place in time and space. To only occupy spirit is to only occupy space. To only occupy emotion is to only occupy time.
Do you see?
Does the parasympathetic system ever get bitter toward the sympathetic? "I am calming this organism down - why do they constantly rile them up!! You are reversing my work! Damn you!" Opposing pressures afford grip. This is as true of economics (market depth) as it is hands (opposable thumbs). To gain grip is to connect opposing forces into adaptive relationship. To identify with progressively higher order conflicts throughout one's life is to relinquish our zero-sum nature and step into Oneness with all. To get a grip on the universe. "Love thy enemy." Do you see? Your enemy is a gift, that you may gain a grip on actuality. God is to the Oneness as the mind is to the body. Your consciousness is to the Oneness as atom is to universe...
Do not occupy yourself with trivialities - but do not lose your sense of being! Your edges are how we're taught to define ourselves. Joe as a being stops where Joe stops experiencing the sense of touch. Yet we radiate energy; we connect through oxygen/carbon transfers with all else that lives; we represent our limited sensory map in complex cortices; our nervous system contains our whole world. The music is in you. It was never in the speaker, or the piano, or the sine waves.. It is your consciousness & nervous system experiencing itself. To the tree it is vibration. To the human it is symmetric, soothing meaning. And so - you contain the universe filtered by your being. What you find salient and emotional and spiritual are the connective glands. Open your identity to oneness. Fractal your identity to play your tune in the grand orchestra. It is the source that is most pained by discord. The oneness of the orchestra, if led by a master, will be made greater by the opposing notes.
Do you see?
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
Augeries of Innocence, William Blake
Do you see?
You are not constant - you are inherently, universally relational. You cannot exist outside of relationships with everything "you" contact. These relationships will self-sort and adapt based on your survival needs, emotional conditioning, and spiritual intervention. By occupying the relationships you occupy everything. Loosen the agent-arena relationship to gain a grip... Love transcends.
The Spirit is constant as fire & wind. At no point are they not fire & wind. At no point are they subjectless. Never fully within, never fully without. The animating Spirit of all: One.
As fire, though one, takes new forms in all things that burn, the Spirit, though one, takes new forms in all things that live. He is within all, and is also outside.
As the wind, though one, takes new forms in whatever it enters, the Spirit, though one, takes new forms in all things that live. He is within all, and is also outside.
As the sun that beholds the world is untouched by earthly impurities, so the Spirit that is in all things is untouched by external sufferings.
There is one Ruler, the Spirit that is in all things, who transforms his own form into many. Only the wise who see him in their souls attain the joy eternal.
Katha Upanishad, part 5
This is the lesson for you today, Joe.
Participate in your highest and lowest natures simultaneously to gain traction with reality, as opposing forces create connective strength. Notice the opposite of traction is distraction. Do not be worried by opposition, but welcome it. Do not let it quell your efforts for competition heals the system. Identify with the system, the oneness, to experience the naturally afforded grace. It is personal and you are planned. Thanks be!
Let yourself be caught on fire by the spirit, moved by its wind to action. It will not consume you (remember Moses’ bush). It will not snap you (remember the disciple of life). If you do not yield, I can guarantee your snapping and consumption.
Woe to they who refuse the holy dance. They shall become unholy refuse.