{"id":16971,"date":"2015-07-10T11:14:20","date_gmt":"2015-07-10T15:14:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=16971"},"modified":"2015-07-10T11:14:20","modified_gmt":"2015-07-10T15:14:20","slug":"making-a-world-over-and-over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2015\/07\/making-a-world-over-and-over\/","title":{"rendered":"Making a World (Over and Over)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"'Calvin<\/a><\/p>\n

[Image: Final panels from the <\/em>Calvin and Hobbes comic strip (December 31, 1995), by Bill Watterson — by my reckoning, still the best remaking of the world ever expressed in pen-and-ink-drawing form]<\/em><\/p>\n

From whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n

One can only know what occurs within the mind, which is the instrument or tool of conscious experience. There is no such thing as “out there.” There is only our perception as inbound data. Everything is registered, just as it is. It is only via the mind that a selective representation of the data is created. Thoughts are objects in the mind as things are objects in the world. The mind and the world are two separate dimensions, overlapping during the waking state. When you can so readily create a world when you dream, why do you believe the impossibility of your creating another world when you are awake?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Wu Hsin, translated by Roy Melvyn [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

Suzuki Roshi had a stick — and he would hit you — and when Suzuki Roshi hit you, everything disappeared — everything — there was no up or down — there was no forward or back — there were no thoughts — no feelings — you couldn’t even say there was something or nothing. It was really quite remarkable. And then, often times you would think “Well, wait a minute — where’s reality — how was I doing that? Wait a minute! There must be some way to put these things together so that it seems like there’s a world and there’s people and there’s me. Where are they?” Then you would see if you could get some sense of reality back again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Edward Espe Brown [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

When you fall asleep, your body enters a state of slumber, but it nonetheless keeps ticking, its life continues, ready to resume where it left off. Your consciousness, however, vanishes completely<\/em>. In no sense does it keep ticking. You<\/em>, as we say, pass out<\/em>. And when you emerge again, either in a dream or when you finally resume waking life, you emerge from nothing<\/em> — but the very same you<\/em> that you were before.<\/p>\n

The fact of your self bootstrapping itself back into existence is such a familiar happening that you may not be as astonished by it as you should be. Nonetheless, you can scarcely fail to notice what goes on. And it could well provide an essential plank in your reasoning about immortality. Such a proven capacity for endless resurrection<\/em> out of nothing is the one thing that proves everlasting existence — or at any rate re-existence — for your individual Ego.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Nicholas Humphrey [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time, through air, matter, dream, and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Linda Hogan [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n

It is interesting that Hindus, when they speak of the creation of the universe do not call it the work of God, they call it the play of God, the Vishnu-lila<\/em>, lila<\/em> meaning “play.” And they look upon the whole manifestation of all the universes as a play, as a sport, as a kind of dance — lila<\/em> perhaps being somewhat related to our word lilt<\/em>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Alan Watts [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

I Am Learning To Abandon the World<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am learning to abandon the world
\nbefore it can abandon me.
\nAlready I have given up the moon
\nand snow, closing my shades
\nagainst the claims of white.
\nAnd the world has taken
\nmy father, my friends.
\nI have given up melodic lines of hills,
\nmoving to a flat, tuneless landscape.
\nAnd every night I give my body up
\nlimb by limb, working upwards
\nacross bone, towards the heart.
\nBut morning comes with small
\nreprieves of coffee and birdsong.
\nA tree outside the window
\nwhich was simply shadow moments ago
\ntakes back its branches twig
\nby leafy twig.
\nAnd as I take my body back
\nthe sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap
\nas if to make amends.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Linda Pastan [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Cormac McCarthy [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

A Poem for S.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Because you used to leaf through the dictionary,
\nCasually, as someone might in a barber shop, and
\nDevotedly, as someone might in a sanctuary,
\nEach letter would still have your attention if not
\nFor the responsibilities life has tightly fit, like
\nGears around the cog of you, like so many petals
\nHinged on a daisy. That\u2019s why I\u2019ll just use your
\nInitial. Do you know that in one treasured story, a
\nJewish ancestor, horseback in the woods at Yom
\nKippur, and stranded without a prayer book,
\nLooked into the darkness and realized he had
\nMerely to name the alphabet to ask forgiveness—
\nNo congregation of figures needed, he could speak
\nOne letter at a time because all of creation
\nProceeded from those. He fed his horse, and then
\nQuietly, because it was from his heart, he
\nRecited them slowly, from aleph<\/em> to tav<\/em>. Within those
\nSounds, all others were born, all manner of
\nTrials, actions, emotions, everything needed to
\nUnderstand who he was, had been, how flaws
\nVenerate the human being, how aspirations return
\nWithout spite. Now for you, may your wife\u2019s
\nX-ray return with good news, may we raise our
\nZarf<\/span>s to both your names in the Great Book of Life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Jessica Greenbaum [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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