The I, as we are knowable.. as flowers, as seeds from which the flowers sprout always contain the potential, the presence of the I, not known or knowable in form.
The seed of this rose hold the experience of the rose within itself.
Think of a caterpillar dissolving within the darkness of a pupa into a sticky substance from which a butterfly is generated.. the caterpillar lets go and surrenders to deeper forces so subtle to us that we perceive them as a state of existence that ceases to exist.
What if the I ever merges into the Great 'One'? Do we disappear then? When many atoms together in perfect harmony, subtly form a knowable form, they no longer seem to be recognized as separate entities.. When many cells together make up your body, do these cells really disappear? Will they not lead a life of their own as total independence with a special development of their own?
I suspect that if we were to merge with God, we would still exist in this way.
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I view the spiritual and physical as a series of dimensions or layers.
The I is the true desert, not only because it encloses us in ourselves and thus condemns us to live with a ghost, but also because it withers everything it touches
But London isn’t a detached metropolis, floating above England. It is part of England – not just economically or geographically, but by virtue of its values.
Londoners are proud of the city’s openness and diversity. They’re proud of that sense you get in the city that you can make something of yourself, whoever you are and wherever you come from.
These values did not emerge out of nowhere. They are the result of an English blueprint for a city: one which is free, and unsegregated, and fair. It might not be the form of Englishness favoured by Boris Johnson and Jacob Rees-Mogg. But it is a kind of Englishness nonetheless.
For some impossible-to-understand reason, this extraordinary place is now considered at best a separate state and at worst a cultural enemy. These results seem to have exacerbated that.
We’re all the poorer for it. It’s no good for London. And it’s no good for England either.
Ian Dunt, ‘London is now seen as a cultural enemy and local election results have exacerbated a sad divide’ The i (6 May 2022)
got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me
my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”
If any of you ever feel like what you're doing for Palestine isn't helping anything, I'll tell you right now it's helping me. I know it is fortifying all of us who have been in this fight for years to see so many people willing to speak up. It has never been like this before.
The tide has already turned. The fact that #free palestine will have new posts everyday, that helps me. It helps my mental health knowing that Palestinians are less alone now than ever.
Yesterday I read some verses from the Quran talking about how "the blame" is not with those who wish to help but cannot, but with those who CAN help and do not.
Truly I do not care if all you do for Palestine is post in that #free palestine everyday, that is still more than many people with the means to do even more would do.
We see you. We see you standing in solidarity with us and with Palestinians. We love you. Thank you.