Observations and Aphorisms

“ Come now, and let us rea­son together, sayest the Lord. ”

Isa­iah 1:18


I am the voice of The Uni­ver­sal Man. I am the pur­pose of the Earth. I am the macro­cosm. I am a bul­wark against the long entropic slide. I am the mean­ing of a red dot. I am Majesty in a flesh col­ored speck. I am the thought that you are hav­ing right now.


Observe your sit­u­a­tion. How is it bounded? Where does it begin and end? Is it at the phys­i­cal lim­its of your abil­ity to sense the world around you? Does this include only those things you can sense which are reg­is­tered by your con­scious mind or does it also include the sen­sa­tions avail­able to your uncon­scious as well?

What about your impres­sions of those sen­sa­tions and the impres­sions of the impres­sions, both con­scious and uncon­scious? How would you define what is hap­pen­ing to you at this very instant?


You sense that time moves only for­ward, steadily from point to point; never stop­ping or going back­ward. But this is not so. In fact, the past, present and future, per­haps, all pos­si­ble pasts, presents and futures exist simul­ta­ne­ously and are around you now.

And yet, you are only aware of the present, which, because by the time you are aware of an event it is already in the past, is so infin­i­tes­i­mal and fleet­ing as to be nonex­is­tent. So real­ity, as you expe­ri­ence it, is made up of your rec­ol­lec­tions of the past and expec­ta­tions about the future. Per­cep­tion, then, is a con­ver­sa­tion between mem­ory and imagination.


You use the com­po­nents of the phys­i­cal uni­verse to pro­duce effects in the mind.

How does this hap­pen? How do col­ors and lines pro­duce a rec­og­niz­able image? How do sounds become music, or let­ters become words and from words, strung together, the mean­ing of a line and so on. Like an artist with his tools, your every– day real­ity is com­posed of count­less and end­lessly divis­i­ble ele­ments, which would all be arbi­trary, if not for the way they assem­bled inside your head.


The­olo­gians in the Mid­dle Ages thought that Angels com­mu­ni­cated with each other by the trans­fer­ence of pure thought. A man, lack­ing this Divine abil­ity, must use the com­po­nents of the phys­i­cal uni­verse to con­vey what is in his mind to oth­ers. He uses the mate­r­ial to illus­trate the imma­te­r­ial. There­fore, he can never really show any­thing to any­one else, only suggest.


When a human being, who per­ceives and com­mu­ni­cates incom­pletely, is on the receiv­ing end of Divine Com­mu­ni­ca­tion, it is known as rev­e­la­tion. Whether you call it rev­e­la­tion or inspi­ra­tion, it involves the lim­ited human con­scious­ness, bounded as it is by mem­ory and expec­ta­tion, encoun­ter­ing, how­ever fleet­ingly, the Divine Con­scious­ness, which is unbounded, com­plete and per­fect. Rev­e­la­tion, the Muse, Inspi­ra­tion, the Power of the Holy Spirit are all dif­fer­ent names for the same phenomenon.


Your intu­ition draws you towards an inborn com­pre­hen­sion of the com­plex­ity of exis­tence. You sense that things relate to each other even if you do not under­stand exactly how. Your mind repels, how­ever, from the com­pli­cated. When you see only pieces instead of pat­terns con­fu­sion par­a­lyzes your spirit and you flee into the arms of sym­bols. You give your life and every­thing in it to that which shields you from the Mon­ster Chaos.


Dogma assists the lim­ited mind to func­tion within the over­whelm­ing com­pli­ca­tion of exis­tence. To free your­self from the neces­sity of dogma always try to encounter the forms and com­po­nents of exis­tence in the purest state you can.

If you do this then one day you will real­ize that truth is a per­cep­tion and not a cre­ation, a dis­cov­ery not a process. Then you will lay all dogma aside. This is the mean­ing of “I am the Light and The Way.”


Do not fear com­pli­ca­tion but like the Marine who is trained to run towards enemy fire, wade into it coura­geously and engage it. Break it into lit­tle pieces and anni­hi­late it. Your tools are rea­son, mem­ory and your intu­itive abil­ity to per­ceive pat­terns in seem­ing randomness.


Beauty is the sug­ges­tion of a sym­me­try you dis­tantly remem­ber, a recog­ni­tion not a judge­ment. Art is simplification.

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