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Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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A few minds flew past me. I saw it, I felt it. Ah, I would think to myself, another seal has broken. To get to that point, I found out, takes enormous exertion and focus. It is the effect of long practice and is not a surprise as I had been surprised finding myself where I was at the time of my discovery. And the smile I thought shooting past me when the few desired it said to me, “no more human, all too human, the most human.” Well, I could have read anything into seeing a mind fly past like that, after all, it wasn’t a usual occurrence.
It did bother me that at the first consciousness of where I was I had total scorn for where I had come from. I had seen instantly the nature of its conflicts, its monument building, its borders and ideas. “They will never know and will never get over the necessity to do those things.” And I heaped scorn in the old fashioned sense of the term until I realized it didn’t mean anything, it was simply a purge of my own disappointments I carried from the dear Earth. “They had weighted me down with their stupidity and I smiled like an ass!” And when I was free of them I vented and raged from that dot I had become, an imperial dot somewhere in time and space with all this seeing ability yet no power and, in fact, the scary realization that even a god like consciousness was not enough, was the tip of the iceberg so to say. It’s when I understood the word, “abyss.”
Those who believe that space is big and empty have never been there. They are as ignorant of space as humans used to be ignorant or both nature and the human body. It went from being an empty object to being so complex and varied and we surrendered to it and did not fight the wisdom of either nature or the body. It should have taught a few people that our first perception is nearly always wrong or, at least, we have to have the ability to contradict the obvious even if it makes us idiots for a time. Eventually we realize the truth and it becomes us. We wear it proudly as if it’s always been that way.
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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