Practically and essentially, the universe only exists as we perceive it through what we know (our ken); therefore, if you change your perception of the universe with new knowledge, you have essentially changed the universe itself... at least from your own perspective...
But, really, what else is there from a subjective POV, but your own views at any given point in time? Even the views of others must be processed through your own, and just how well you are able to listen, to understand, and to connect determines the degree to which you can approach theirs. Ultimately, even given empathy, ALL points of view are subjective. Objectivity is a myth.
It's all relativity, even in human connections, your measurement depends on your point of view.
It's all relativity, even in human connections, your measurement depends on your point of view.
Change your POV = Change your Universe... Change it with frequency and you become a kaleidoscope of colors ever changing, like a beautiful sand mandala that cannot be swept away because it does its own sweeping once it's ready, and regenerates anew in each phase of understanding, and with each perceptual motif.
Change it too much in the company of others and you are judged unstable...and those in need of stability will shun you.
Ultimately, are we all not seeking to be unbounded (by our own limited perspective and abilities), just like the universe is so by all it contains. Are we not striving to be physically free in movement, both mental and physical, to flow in every endeavor, to master gravity and physical space, to master language and communication, in words, in music, in physical expression of art and dance and technology, in concepts and ideas that better this world of suffering and pain? Do we even want to rid the pain and suffering? A fools errand at large, but not in our own lives and minds. You've probably heard the phrase, "Think globally, act locally.", but in our own heads it's the reverse, where we think locally, and act globally (or at least within our tribe), in this game we play to maximize pleasure (joy), and minimize pain.
Doesn't every game worth its thrill have a price? Without the price of the perils would any endeavor be worth pursuit? Cannot any pursuit become an addiction, even love? If that is true, maybe life is all about managing our addictions, but to do so we need to be aware who, or what, is driving the car - Emotion -How invested we become in a thing, and our emotional (motivational) brains can sometimes drive us to ruin, or madness. I think as a sensitive person, I love too deeply, I attach too hard, and I expect too much from people that love me. I have been critical about everyone in my life - who loved me the best they could, and in that criticism there is an inherent rejection of love. I do know my parents loved me, best they could while dealing with their personal demons. I know I am loved by my siblings. I know I was loved (and still am in ways) by the two women I have truly loved... but they eventually had to go their own way, which felt a lot like pain and rejection - honestly, it was, leaving me to ask, over and over, "How could so much love, now feel like so much pain? And that is how the two are linked - loss feels like pain, which if left untended, or misunderstood, or fueled by ego, feels like anger and hatred.
Doesn't every game worth its thrill have a price? Without the price of the perils would any endeavor be worth pursuit? Cannot any pursuit become an addiction, even love? If that is true, maybe life is all about managing our addictions, but to do so we need to be aware who, or what, is driving the car - Emotion -How invested we become in a thing, and our emotional (motivational) brains can sometimes drive us to ruin, or madness. I think as a sensitive person, I love too deeply, I attach too hard, and I expect too much from people that love me. I have been critical about everyone in my life - who loved me the best they could, and in that criticism there is an inherent rejection of love. I do know my parents loved me, best they could while dealing with their personal demons. I know I am loved by my siblings. I know I was loved (and still am in ways) by the two women I have truly loved... but they eventually had to go their own way, which felt a lot like pain and rejection - honestly, it was, leaving me to ask, over and over, "How could so much love, now feel like so much pain? And that is how the two are linked - loss feels like pain, which if left untended, or misunderstood, or fueled by ego, feels like anger and hatred.
Are we even capable of making this existence free of pain? Free from disappointments? I'd say many, by their inaction, mitigate the pain and suffering, by doing "safe" things, but that carried on will only lead to a life of regret, or stagnation. Some invest only just enough, so as to avoid the pain, or to have little to deal with when things die or move on. Some people develop a personality (or are born with one) that is stolid, careful, and measured when it comes to the feeling and expression of emotion.
Can we avoid pain and disappointment? I would say yes, but only so ironically, by embracing the pain and the disappointments, to make the moments of their absence or their resolution absolutely joyful. You cannot get rid of pain with more pain, nor can you get rid of it by ignoring it. You must find a place, in love, in peace, in understanding, from which to process your pain, to sort it out in a healthy way, devoid of ego. At least this is MY tact, taken amid the throes of being blessed and cursed with Bipolar illness. I have found a good companion in my loneliness, that helps me examine my life, that helps me meditate. A safe place alone, devoid of any judgment but mine. That companion is Cannabis...I've blogged about it elsewhere It is impossible to have the highs without the lows - simple brain chemistry and rebound effect. We are, our brains - differential engines, always comparing and measuring differences. It's widely said and known that as a person ages with this disease (bipolar) that the lows become more dominant and overtake the highs - consigning the person to a resigned state of being where nothing is ventured, or at least their way more careful, and disappointment is an all day sucker. The world is rife with disappointment and disaster, but also with hope and love, and beautiful experiences.
My mission, as I've chosen to accept it, is to continue striving to improve, to grow, to read and learn. To master the piano and guitar. To compose songs, and sing. To learn another language (Spanish, French German-Dutch), to learn to code, to rebuild a truck, ANYTHING, to keep my mind engaged, and to keep growing, but also to abide the pain, to feel it, and express it. My hope is to process it, such that my POV is primarily one of life and not loss, love and not hate, and most of all to understand the pain, that is inescapable, and let it heal.
I hope to bridle my emotions, as I think the depth of which is what causes my condition, and ride them where they take me, yet never take them too seriously... and if they are truly serious, about a serious situation, never wallow around in them to the point I am trapped in my own misery and cannot escape. I hope that I have tamed my soul, and my emotions, and my over-investing in things, such that I can deal in a healthy way with my bipolar illness, and my need to explore life at the edges. I hope that I have grown up emotionally, and past my over-sensitivity (a blessing and a curse) And I thank marijuana, for putting me in a state of mind that I can do so, and where I can experience the highs I miss when I'm depressed, or where I can thoroughly examine my depression. But it too can be abused, and must be bridled and saddled, and only taken out for a spin when necessary.
I know, that no matter how hard I try, I cannot escape my upbringing - the nurturing and information given me during my formative years. I cannot escape my culture, even if it's the whole world, nor can I escape my DNA (the sins of the Father and Mother, back four generations). All I can do, like anyone else, is make the most of what I've been given, all the things I did not choose, and make choices within that. This is agency, those choices had within all the things we did not choose for ourselves. And if you look at it deeply, if you want to see, in many ways, at the base and beginnings, it's really not your fault, it's baked into the equation ... but then again, in many ways it is your fault, you can choose anger, or hate, or understanding and love ... Just like God (or Satan). ;) To me, God is a metaphor, as is Satan, and when we blame either, we are really "blaming" ourselves or others. (blaming = assigning responsibility to).
Some people look at the Judaeo-christian god and blame him for all the misery and suffering in the equation, since it was he who created it all. It's called the problem of evil. Satan was even invented to be the scapegoat for god, and explain why there is evil in the world. People, who for whatever reasons behave badly, we say are possessed, or influenced by Satan, and people who behave well they say they are influenced or following Jesus, or God, or Allah ... But, this god created Satan, and this god is supposed to be all powerful, surely he could get rid of suffering... Jesus got rid of suffering by dying, but still people suffer, even those who follow him (if you think about it, literally following Jesus IS Suffering).
Maybe we have the wrong god, or have assigned things to god that are not true, that is if there be one. God, as I see her/him/it cannot break the rules that establish the game, and in this Earthly existence is not all powerful, but limited. It is said that healthy people establish healthy boundaries, and God exists at the boundary, having set everything in motion with the equation that created the simple atom, Hydrogen, and the equations which drew it together, like birds of a feather, to create Stars and Planets, wherein Life could take hold, it too being part of the equation - an emergent property of such.
In this world there is opposition... conflict and harmony, together (even in the Atom), and at the edges time and space, and space-time don't even make sense sometimes. Welcome to the paradox! Where you choose what you will see... even if it's a fantasy. Let's hope it is a beautiful one... and only you and your perception matter in this to make it so. "I changed my heart and mind, and the Universe changed with me."
Can we avoid pain and disappointment? I would say yes, but only so ironically, by embracing the pain and the disappointments, to make the moments of their absence or their resolution absolutely joyful. You cannot get rid of pain with more pain, nor can you get rid of it by ignoring it. You must find a place, in love, in peace, in understanding, from which to process your pain, to sort it out in a healthy way, devoid of ego. At least this is MY tact, taken amid the throes of being blessed and cursed with Bipolar illness. I have found a good companion in my loneliness, that helps me examine my life, that helps me meditate. A safe place alone, devoid of any judgment but mine. That companion is Cannabis...I've blogged about it elsewhere It is impossible to have the highs without the lows - simple brain chemistry and rebound effect. We are, our brains - differential engines, always comparing and measuring differences. It's widely said and known that as a person ages with this disease (bipolar) that the lows become more dominant and overtake the highs - consigning the person to a resigned state of being where nothing is ventured, or at least their way more careful, and disappointment is an all day sucker. The world is rife with disappointment and disaster, but also with hope and love, and beautiful experiences.
My mission, as I've chosen to accept it, is to continue striving to improve, to grow, to read and learn. To master the piano and guitar. To compose songs, and sing. To learn another language (Spanish, French German-Dutch), to learn to code, to rebuild a truck, ANYTHING, to keep my mind engaged, and to keep growing, but also to abide the pain, to feel it, and express it. My hope is to process it, such that my POV is primarily one of life and not loss, love and not hate, and most of all to understand the pain, that is inescapable, and let it heal.
I hope to bridle my emotions, as I think the depth of which is what causes my condition, and ride them where they take me, yet never take them too seriously... and if they are truly serious, about a serious situation, never wallow around in them to the point I am trapped in my own misery and cannot escape. I hope that I have tamed my soul, and my emotions, and my over-investing in things, such that I can deal in a healthy way with my bipolar illness, and my need to explore life at the edges. I hope that I have grown up emotionally, and past my over-sensitivity (a blessing and a curse) And I thank marijuana, for putting me in a state of mind that I can do so, and where I can experience the highs I miss when I'm depressed, or where I can thoroughly examine my depression. But it too can be abused, and must be bridled and saddled, and only taken out for a spin when necessary.
I know, that no matter how hard I try, I cannot escape my upbringing - the nurturing and information given me during my formative years. I cannot escape my culture, even if it's the whole world, nor can I escape my DNA (the sins of the Father and Mother, back four generations). All I can do, like anyone else, is make the most of what I've been given, all the things I did not choose, and make choices within that. This is agency, those choices had within all the things we did not choose for ourselves. And if you look at it deeply, if you want to see, in many ways, at the base and beginnings, it's really not your fault, it's baked into the equation ... but then again, in many ways it is your fault, you can choose anger, or hate, or understanding and love ... Just like God (or Satan). ;) To me, God is a metaphor, as is Satan, and when we blame either, we are really "blaming" ourselves or others. (blaming = assigning responsibility to).
Some people look at the Judaeo-christian god and blame him for all the misery and suffering in the equation, since it was he who created it all. It's called the problem of evil. Satan was even invented to be the scapegoat for god, and explain why there is evil in the world. People, who for whatever reasons behave badly, we say are possessed, or influenced by Satan, and people who behave well they say they are influenced or following Jesus, or God, or Allah ... But, this god created Satan, and this god is supposed to be all powerful, surely he could get rid of suffering... Jesus got rid of suffering by dying, but still people suffer, even those who follow him (if you think about it, literally following Jesus IS Suffering).
Maybe we have the wrong god, or have assigned things to god that are not true, that is if there be one. God, as I see her/him/it cannot break the rules that establish the game, and in this Earthly existence is not all powerful, but limited. It is said that healthy people establish healthy boundaries, and God exists at the boundary, having set everything in motion with the equation that created the simple atom, Hydrogen, and the equations which drew it together, like birds of a feather, to create Stars and Planets, wherein Life could take hold, it too being part of the equation - an emergent property of such.
In this world there is opposition... conflict and harmony, together (even in the Atom), and at the edges time and space, and space-time don't even make sense sometimes. Welcome to the paradox! Where you choose what you will see... even if it's a fantasy. Let's hope it is a beautiful one... and only you and your perception matter in this to make it so. "I changed my heart and mind, and the Universe changed with me."
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