10-08-2013, 08:28 PM
Charles, I am not familiar with "The Mind Parasites." I just checked it out on Amazon and found a PDF copy online. Are you recommending it?
Keith,
I'm not at all certain thought is infinite. It continually loops, based on a modified past of an imagined invention, but infinite? That doesn't appear to be so.
No separation between the thinker and thought. Yes. The thinker is thought. One thing. The thinker is the invention of thought, and this invention then moves to secure itself (an imagined state) in a pattern (time) of its own making. The movement of the thinker is suffering, dividing itself into patterns.
The door to the infinite is also the door to destruction: the ending of the thinker. Which I feel may be the ending of the frame. No-thingness.
I live in beautiful spot just to the south of Seattle. I go out in the woods each day for a walk. The other day I was walking alone through these tall, gorgeous trees, the path on fire with bright green, watching the movement of "my" mind. I could hear the ground crunch beneath my feet, see the blue sky above and feel the silence where I walked. I was also aware of this thing, the thinker, and the extraordinary attention the mind gives to it. Everything else, moving in the background of "me," the thinker.
And, I wondered: Why is so much attention given to the frame of me? Can this pattern end? What would happen to being if this pattern/frame/thinker were to dissolve? Is that a possibility?
But, we are lulled into sleep to not even question any of this.
Perception pushes this. But, it sure as hell pushes back.
Keith,
I'm not at all certain thought is infinite. It continually loops, based on a modified past of an imagined invention, but infinite? That doesn't appear to be so.
No separation between the thinker and thought. Yes. The thinker is thought. One thing. The thinker is the invention of thought, and this invention then moves to secure itself (an imagined state) in a pattern (time) of its own making. The movement of the thinker is suffering, dividing itself into patterns.
The door to the infinite is also the door to destruction: the ending of the thinker. Which I feel may be the ending of the frame. No-thingness.
I live in beautiful spot just to the south of Seattle. I go out in the woods each day for a walk. The other day I was walking alone through these tall, gorgeous trees, the path on fire with bright green, watching the movement of "my" mind. I could hear the ground crunch beneath my feet, see the blue sky above and feel the silence where I walked. I was also aware of this thing, the thinker, and the extraordinary attention the mind gives to it. Everything else, moving in the background of "me," the thinker.
And, I wondered: Why is so much attention given to the frame of me? Can this pattern end? What would happen to being if this pattern/frame/thinker were to dissolve? Is that a possibility?
But, we are lulled into sleep to not even question any of this.
Perception pushes this. But, it sure as hell pushes back.