The
cliff tumbling down to the sea in a series of ledges and steep loose
rocks, the waves pounding the rhythmic immemorial pattern that has
captivated generations in an hypnotic trance. The thought that it has
been like this for thousands / millions of years puts our three score
and ten into perspective. As we look, we involve our very being in the
scene as if we are an integral part of what we observe. We convince
ourselves that the world we observe is personal to us, and we arrange
our thoughts to integrate everything we see with our emotions and
desires. Of course "our" world is a concoction of our mind which its
self, is a concoction of our memory and the trillions of images we have
received over our lifetime to make sense of the world outside our head.
Mankind is probably unique in extrapolating ideas about nature that are
not the actual substance of nature. The ability to romanticize and
mentally interact with what we see and hear is probably the greatest
gift we have. It allows us to develop throughout our life as we add
incrementally to the sense of who we feel we are, whilst at the same
time, because our minds are implicitly merged with our surroundings, we
become technically schizophrenic, unable to come to terms with our short
life span (70years) whilst acknowledging that this scene will continue
to run and run without us
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