/lit/ - Literature

Historical authenticity is irrelevant. When one views these stories (humanity has only ever told one story) as metaphors, it becomes apparent that THAT WITHIN US WHICH PERCEIVES is the sole unchanging center of the whirling world. This is what the authors of the Upanishads found when they turned the telescope of perception in on itself. Hence, "I AM THAT I AM," the Hindu greeting "namaste" (the divine in me acknowledges and bows to the same divinity in you), and "the Kingdom of Heaven is within you." Someone asked the present Dalai Lama if he was God. "Who else could I be?" He wasn't on the ultimate ego trip (he's way too happy for that!), he was speaking for all of us.

The suggestion is that, behind the ego-thoughts and behind the forms, "we" are really "I." And all these infinite branching forms are manifestations of the unfolding unity-consciousness behind it all. Nor is this solipsism! The man behind the curtain is our consciousness itself. Spacetime in all its drama ("all the world's a stage") is a big cosmic game.

I am typing from inside a cave, but I know am in a cave and I know that the cave is a projection of the divine within me. I know that at our core, your consciousness, which is reading in a different cave, flows from the same source as mine.

Aren't we finished drawing subcultures in the sand?