This entity, gathering information via the senses, translates these data with an already distorted mind-set, into what it calls reality. By identifying as ‘me’, the entity, ‘I’ can never experience the purity of the actual world. At best ‘I’ can experience it as being beautiful. Purity far excels beauty for purity has never known sorrow and never will. Beauty is generated by ‘me’, who lives in a self-induced pathetic sorrow, and who has been taught to love its piquancy ... which is why beauty can be so evocative as to bring a tear to the eye. So deeply immersed in this sad reality are some people, that they valiantly extol the virtues of the beauty of pathos by writing songs, poetry, symphonies, operas and epic novels about it. These are revered by the patrons of the ‘real world’ and are known as ‘The Classics’. So beloved are they that they are compulsorily taught to children – the newest recruits to a benighted humanity. The ‘real world’ is about the most dismal interpretation that humanity could come up with in its conclusions as to what it is to be human. It is an interpretation in which, as is tacitly agreed by all, sorrow will ever remain sacrosanct. This ‘real world’ conclusion shapes each and every moment’s interpretation into a seeming ‘victory’ over sorrow by venerating its bitter-sweet beauty. This beauty, which strums and tugs at the heart-strings so piquantly, has always found its fullest expression in the areas of Art, Religion and Spirituality ... areas which are, in each and every culture, three of the most lucrative businesses in the market-place of humankind. The purity of the actual world owes its excellence to the fact that it never knows sorrow. When the psychological and psychic entity is seen for the parasite it is, it can cease to exist. Then I am the sense organs: this seeing is me, this hearing is me, this tasting is me, this touching is me, this smelling is me, and this thinking is me. Whereas ‘I’, the entity, am inside the body: looking out through ‘my’ eyes as if looking out through a window, listening through ‘my’ ears as if they were microphones, tasting through ‘my’ tongue, touching through ‘my’ skin, smelling through ‘my’ nose, and thinking through ‘my’ brain. Of course ‘I’ must feel isolated, alienated, alone and lonely, for ‘I’ am cut off from the magnificence of the actual world – the world as-it-is. ‘I’ am condemned to live everlastingly in the land of sorrow, forever lamenting ‘my’ fate. ‘I’ am eternally separate from the benignity of the actual, where the utter absence of any sorrow at all is infinitely more rewarding than the deepest, the most profound, beauty there is in the ‘real world’. Freedom from the Human Condition – Happy and Harmless Peter’s & Text ©The Actual Freedom Trust: 1997-. All Rights Reserved. |
