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Mother's 101st birthday Boundary of the “Other”: Part of “what is” is the fact that “I”, myself, “self” is EVERYTHING. Every thought, idea, belief, feeling that I have had; the pleasure or pain of experience is all I know; ISTMRN, all I can know. My universe is like no other universe. From that universe I can see a blurry edge beyond which I cannot see. Many claim to see beyond my vision in some directions and more obscured in others. God, Tao, Brahman-Atman sort of get at defining the boundary of what is “beyond” the senses. Mathematics is often cited these days as the face of Brahman, the face some say cannot be seen. I agree with those that say the face of God cannot be seen. Math just focuses attention on a tiny bit of the boundary and pushes it far away in the human imagination. The raison d'ê·tre of science is to explore the boundary and push it further away from the nature of our senses, deeper into the light outside Plato’s cave. I often wonder if it matters whether the boundary if far or near. Is there more “truth” in seeing further into the light with science than with some other telescope, say ignorance. The boundary persists no matter how we see it. Perhaps that is one thing humans share in common among many other things. To circle back to “I am everything”, I am also a tiny part of everything, with much in common even with stones in a river bar, resting ‘till the next flood. Are we a river flowing through life as Buddha metaphorizes? Which part of the river? One water molecule battered about by the turbulent current? A contoured cross section of average flow volumes per unit time, measurable variables, Q, nameable; but it masks the battering of the single molecule, the turbulence. “Smooths it out”, averages it, makes it seem more controlled, less chaotic, more ordered, understandable, knowable. Or are we the whole river system from mountain headwaters to the sea and even beyond. Molecules indistinguishable; averages lost in the mix of never-ending cycles from rain to sea to rain, metaphor for sâmsara. I suggest both; no ALL. We are both randomly jostled particles in a turbulent flow and the whole of existence. But “I” am needed to recognize I am but a part of a whole whose details I can never know.  Wu Wie is letting go, so something else controls; like gravity, a river flowing downhill; the last soft touch of a pitcher’s fingers just before he releases the ball; control beyond thought; giving up control to something “else”. Buddha may have called it “mindfulness” to use the now overused English word. I prefer “wu wie”, just to be a contrarian. Antonyms Similarities Distinctions The Problem It’s Solutions Religion Science All are Equal All are Unique All is One Individuals |