Separation
I was talking to Manda about separation and I noticed in the sound of the word as I spoke it, a kind of flatness, a kind of uncertainty, as if it was a technicality or a piece of jargon, something which I could not stand wholly in the meaning of.
And I realized that it’s only from this starting point of where I am as me here being actually here in awareness of myself here as me that I see and realize the meaning of this word ‘separation’.
Because if I am absent from myself then where can this word be placed? It is everywhere, it has no use, it is kind of redundant, it cannot be applied in self support of self.
And so in not realizing this not-here-ness of me, this ‘separation’ can only be a vague term, a hypothesis, a mystery. As if having closed a door, it disappeared.
Step in to the X Box, where common sense is synthesized within belief, and everything and all the world is everywhere and somewhere else, and I forget this discomfort of myself turned inside out and simulated from an outside view which confirms my limitation, and as I am talking to another being I feel sort of stranded.
In the here-ness of me in this breath, which has to breathe, it can’t be stopped, the insistence of this life remains. What am I to do with and as insistent life which is this breath the same for all as one as equal is what in common sense is best for all, is best for me, the same. In whosoevers’ shoes it is the same solution. That is how to walk amongst and as each other as ourselves.
There’s a way to go.
