my world is mine.not by possession, but by nature.by the simple sense of being.I saw a pair of autumn trees beside a suburban hill on the hill, next to my bus route. it struck me that the trees were beautiful, and that I was at the time, absorbing it's beauty through my perception of it.
I realized that those trees, as perceived by me, were mine to enjoy and in whose virtues I was free to relish.only I saw those trees as I did, and no one else could.
I then saw the other houses passing me by, and I saw them move, blur before my eyes along with the electrical wires around them, and the grass, and the concrete sidewalks, and the paved street, and the imperfections and grime on the window through which I saw the landscape. I an all of that.it is part of me, part of my life, integrated., irreplaceable,and I saw myself in the truth of my existence,as all around me, in all the angles that it enters me, in all the modes that I can perceive it., conceive it. I am all that I come in contact with,just because my life is mine and no other's.not that I won't let it beanyone else's., but it is simply an integral partof me, as energy is of light or as 5 is of the number set. it is a wonderful feeling to realize one's existence not as an isolated optimization and survival problem to solve, but as simple existence, seemingly shared with other beings similar to oneself, also equipped with perception, conception, and entire lifetimes of sequential worlds, the ones they perceived, the ones they conceived, each containing multitudes of complex emotions, only a small fraction of which they can actually describe, or understand, or maybe even remember. But it is all them - they are the result in the current iteration of a continuous loop of exploration and action that we, for the lack of a more descriptive term, called Life.
I realized that those trees, as perceived by me, were mine to enjoy and in whose virtues I was free to relish.only I saw those trees as I did, and no one else could.
I then saw the other houses passing me by, and I saw them move, blur before my eyes along with the electrical wires around them, and the grass, and the concrete sidewalks, and the paved street, and the imperfections and grime on the window through which I saw the landscape. I an all of that.it is part of me, part of my life, integrated., irreplaceable,and I saw myself in the truth of my existence,as all around me, in all the angles that it enters me, in all the modes that I can perceive it., conceive it. I am all that I come in contact with,just because my life is mine and no other's.not that I won't let it beanyone else's., but it is simply an integral partof me, as energy is of light or as 5 is of the number set. it is a wonderful feeling to realize one's existence not as an isolated optimization and survival problem to solve, but as simple existence, seemingly shared with other beings similar to oneself, also equipped with perception, conception, and entire lifetimes of sequential worlds, the ones they perceived, the ones they conceived, each containing multitudes of complex emotions, only a small fraction of which they can actually describe, or understand, or maybe even remember. But it is all them - they are the result in the current iteration of a continuous loop of exploration and action that we, for the lack of a more descriptive term, called Life.
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