Beyond the self
The concept that there is an ideal life is pretentious since the word "ideal" is subjective.
What is ideal for one is not for another and the suggestion that there is some sort of "ideal state" and suggests an end point like 'paradise'.
Biology, human sciences indeed physics is engrossed in the concept of the unknown, the unknowable, chaos theory, or crisis theory where the metaphor of disturbance, a butterfly's wing can tip the balance and cause cataclysmic storms in the Southern Hemisphere in other words from a small change, unbalanced chaos occurs.
If the nature of things can not be described through the mathematics of predictable occurrence, if the unknown outweighs the known and if on the unknown rests the starting point of all which is known we are in a speculative mess.
If the chaotic events do not reveal themselves to rational explanation where do we, the human race fit in the pecking order. Why must our search for pastoral peace be so all consuming, why must we peruse the mind as a last resort, a sort of buffer from the reality around.
Does the lure of peace "that passeth all understanding" not describe, like Alice's bolt down the rabbit hole, a crazy world of upside down logic.
Does the mind not reside best in its natural habitat, amongst the extremes of thought and tension which inhibit our day. Are we not better off ridding ourselves of our demons which give perspective to the term good and bad by accepting their relevance in our daily life. If we meditate and instill a hypnotic state of controlled self absorption to insulate ourselves from the conflicts all around us, on the presumption that we will better understand them and ourselves by analysis, don't we just create a platform where there is room for only oneself.
What is ideal for one is not for another and the suggestion that there is some sort of "ideal state" and suggests an end point like 'paradise'.
Biology, human sciences indeed physics is engrossed in the concept of the unknown, the unknowable, chaos theory, or crisis theory where the metaphor of disturbance, a butterfly's wing can tip the balance and cause cataclysmic storms in the Southern Hemisphere in other words from a small change, unbalanced chaos occurs.
If the nature of things can not be described through the mathematics of predictable occurrence, if the unknown outweighs the known and if on the unknown rests the starting point of all which is known we are in a speculative mess.
If the chaotic events do not reveal themselves to rational explanation where do we, the human race fit in the pecking order. Why must our search for pastoral peace be so all consuming, why must we peruse the mind as a last resort, a sort of buffer from the reality around.
Does the lure of peace "that passeth all understanding" not describe, like Alice's bolt down the rabbit hole, a crazy world of upside down logic.
Does the mind not reside best in its natural habitat, amongst the extremes of thought and tension which inhibit our day. Are we not better off ridding ourselves of our demons which give perspective to the term good and bad by accepting their relevance in our daily life. If we meditate and instill a hypnotic state of controlled self absorption to insulate ourselves from the conflicts all around us, on the presumption that we will better understand them and ourselves by analysis, don't we just create a platform where there is room for only oneself.
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