How is it that we find ourselves separated from beings so throughly that we are wrapped around them again and realize them as beings? Why is the separation from things necessary to realize that they are things, that they have existence, that they are? When in normal use and everyday views we do not realize that the keyboard we are typing on exists, that the monitor we view is, that the words that appear on the screen and the letters that make them up are real. It is a conduit format through which our Beings flow.
Making sense of the world does not require the analytic objective classification of all things before us. In fact the opposite is true and holds sway when the world makes the most sense. Let's take something apart to understand its function that it can no longer do. This is the insanity of scientists. Clearly suggesting that the parts exist yet the whole is fractured and meaningless in their hands. Yet there are times when we are forced into this display of things, and in these moments we are overcome with the fear of losing all around us even though we are getting it all back.
Falling into the world is normal and true and should not be reviled and derrided as it so often is. Once again, no matter which stance we adopt, we find ourselves again in the circular contradiction.
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