/lit/ - Literature

>...We neither discover an objective reality nor invent a subjective reality, but that there is a process of reciprocal evocation, the world 'calling forth' something in me that in turn 'calls forth' something in the world. That is true of perceptual qualities, not just of values. If there is no 'real' mountain, for example, separate from the one created by the hopes, aspirations, reverence or greed of those who approach it, it is equally true that its greenness, or greyness, or stoniness lies not in the mountain or in my mind, but comes from between us, called forth from each and equally dependent on both; as music arises from neither the piano nor the pianist's hands, the sculpture neither from hand nor stone, but from their coming together. And then the hands are part of the lived body - or, put more conventionally, are the vehicle of the mind, which is in turn the product of all the other minds that have interacted with it, from Beethoven and Michelangelo down to every encounter of our daily lives. We are transmitters, not originators.

From "The Master and his Emissary" by Ian McGilchrist. A.K.A. the definitive book about the Balkanization of the mind.

Movement is the nature of all things.
The essence of things is what lies between.

Everything comes together, while things fall apart.
The many become one, and are increased by one as one among many.
The cosmos weaves.

A creator is as much created by the act of creating as a creation.
There is no creator, and no creation, instead co-creating between the many.

The entire universe dies and is reborn in the present moment.
The ash of the past endures, while the future allures.

So the forest has whispered to me: https://imgur.com/a/51X7TAB

Movement is the nature of all things.
The essence of things is what lies between.

Everything comes together, while things fall apart.
The many become one, and are increased by one as one among many.
The cosmos weaves.

A creator is as much created by the act of creating as a creation.
There is no creator, and no creation, instead co-creativity between the many.

The entire universe dies and is reborn in the present moment.
The ashes of the past endures, while the future allures.

Life is a wager by an organism about the possibility of success.
To seek the unanticipated is the ultimate life-affirming act.