The River of the Mind
Self-identifying with what we believe to be, we construct the world around us, compartmentalizing beliefs and philosophies in an attempt to define and delineate the variety of ideas that constitute our understanding.
We seek a sense of order, one where we can see clearly through and derive meaning from. Without order – all we see is chaos – that swirling existential nausea that sedates the mind and infects the will.
Beliefs are but ideas strung together by words – purely conceptual, they are but signposts that point to the beyond. Each idea inherently amounts to only a sliver of truth; and yet we hold on to such notions, affirming their validity, solidifying it within our psyche that is then projected onto the world, coloring our perception according to its precepts.
Dismissive of all that which does not conform to our own rigid viewpoint, we thus live. This tunnel vision – narrows our perception, with blinders on we live projecting the vision of our own notions upon the world. Blinded by our own ignorance, unfamiliar ideals become alien superstitions, repulsive and nauseating. We fail to see that our perceptions and beliefs are but representations, cultured and conditioned by the time and place, forever bound to the world of relation.
Breaking free of habitual patterns of thought and action that would seek to lay claim to truth – one must shed all that constricts and limits ones sense of self; to live without preconceptions and willing to sacrifice all that would seek to stand in their place. Yet, the human mentality, rooted in permanence keeps us at odds with nature.
Resistance to ceaseless changing nature of life breeds separation, manifesting in all forms of dis-ease. To embed oneself too firmly within ones beliefs is to defy nature. Constantly changing and becoming the universe exists for us to move through it and not to stay in it.