Sometimes something hits you so quick it takes a moment to realize what happened. Life is so fleeting, it is over before you know it. It’s as if we are already dead, and it takes our whole life to realize it.
The connection between this world and the other-world is obviously wound up in the relationship between dream, perception, and reality. The substance of the spiritual is wound up in the question of the mind apart from the physical world, which is unmistakably proven by the adequate characterization of hell as a living nightmare and heaven as a dream come true.
It's as if one day I woke up into a life that was not mine, with memories that were not mine, with a residue of tendencies and habits that belonged to a a former tenant whose place I now occupied.
In Tolkien’s creation myth, Ainulindalë , Eru Ilúvatar - the All-Father - first calls forth the Ainur - great beings, offspring of his thought, each being a specific idea or aspect of his spirit. Ilúvatar propounds to them a musical theme, and each gradually express their part as a harmony, comprehending themselves as part of … Continue reading The Secret Fire: Tolkien, Boehme, and the Golden Chain of Wisdom
The great benefit of solitude is that, in prolonged duration, dormant faculties of perception arise. An entirely new mode of being awakens. By solitude I mean not in a claustrophobic cage confined in a room, but a comfortable place in idyllic environs, like Thoreau's situation at Walden pond. I think there really is a noetic … Continue reading Idyllic Insight