"It is a special kind of enlightenment to have this feeling that usual, the way things normally are, is odd, uncanny and highly improbable. this feeling of universal oddity includes a basis and wintense wondering about the sense of things.
Why of all possible worlds, this colossal and apparently unnesscarry multitude of galexies in a mysteriously curved spacetime continuum, these myriads of differing tube-species playing frantic games of one-upmanship.
This wonder is not a disease, wonder is an expression in poetry and art it seems to distinguise the inetlligent and the sensetive from the morons.
We suffer a hallucination, from a false and distorted sesnsation of our own existence as living organisms.
This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man. We do not come ito this world. We come out of it.
Many people know this to be true, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated "egos" inside bags of skin.
Irrevocable commitment to any religion is intellictual suicide. Just as money is not real, consumable wealth, books are not life. To idolize scriptures is like eating paper currancy.
The taboo is that our normal sensation of self is a hoax or, at, at best a temporary role which we are playing, or have been conned into playing with our own tacit consent, unwillingly hypnotized. The most strongly enforced of all known taboo's is the taboo against knowing who or what you really are behind the mask of your seperate, independent and iscolated ego.
T.George Harris:
"Our generation knows a cold hell, solitary confinement in this life, without a God to damn or save it. Until man figures out the trap and hunts 'the ultimate ground of being', he has no reason to exist. He is not really a person, but a victim of self-extinction.
Some birds are eagles, and some doves, the less i preach, the more likey i am to be heard"
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Why of all possible worlds, this colossal and apparently unnesscarry multitude of galexies in a mysteriously curved spacetime continuum, these myriads of differing tube-species playing frantic games of one-upmanship.
This wonder is not a disease, wonder is an expression in poetry and art it seems to distinguise the inetlligent and the sensetive from the morons.
We suffer a hallucination, from a false and distorted sesnsation of our own existence as living organisms.
This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man. We do not come ito this world. We come out of it.
Many people know this to be true, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated "egos" inside bags of skin.
Irrevocable commitment to any religion is intellictual suicide. Just as money is not real, consumable wealth, books are not life. To idolize scriptures is like eating paper currancy.
The taboo is that our normal sensation of self is a hoax or, at, at best a temporary role which we are playing, or have been conned into playing with our own tacit consent, unwillingly hypnotized. The most strongly enforced of all known taboo's is the taboo against knowing who or what you really are behind the mask of your seperate, independent and iscolated ego.
T.George Harris:
"Our generation knows a cold hell, solitary confinement in this life, without a God to damn or save it. Until man figures out the trap and hunts 'the ultimate ground of being', he has no reason to exist. He is not really a person, but a victim of self-extinction.
Some birds are eagles, and some doves, the less i preach, the more likey i am to be heard"
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