bobbyburns said:so far we have nothing but images.
when you look down from the top of a mountain there is you who are looking at the city below; there are tiny insect humans driving cars around buildings that look like toy models, and there is you, the observer, the thinker, you, the center. what goes on down there is irrelevant when you're up here. you are creating psychological space between yourself and all the complex problems down below. but there is also you observing yourself, the you that is connected to everything around it. it sees you struggle with the thousands of problems you've created, which are in fact one problem: the self. the self is the you you know and the me I know. it's like having crawled into a narrow hole when there was an expansive field above us. we become lonely, yet we sometimes feel secure because in our tiny subterranean abodes we have books and paintings and radios and other temporary means of escape. to see this and understand this requires a great deal of capacity and awareness, but it also means turning your back on everything you have built up. your country, your name, your religion, your ideas, everything.
"so far we have nothing but images." ---YEs. *nodding head* the statement, "we are our choice", is not only about choices. It is more about the images that one has projectd in the mind when he/she has been pondering on which solution is better in the case of their own.
"it's like having crawled into a narrow hole when there was an expansive field above us. "
----This triggers me to think that more often than not it is only our mind make tricks on ourself. Breaking through the limitations is essential to us, well to me, at least, if I want to gain freedom in that expansive field above or beyond me/us..
"we become lonely, yet we sometimes feel secure because in our tiny subterranean"
never more accurate! I cannot find a more accurate way in expressing the idea like you do. Believe me, I understand it!
The other day, I was thinking that since no one can understand one another thoroughly, so every on is doomed to be alone, just as what has been displayed in one hundred years of solitude.
Thank you!! Bobbyburns.