So. I cannot describe why this comforts me, but it does.
"Whatever way you put it, I am here only because my world is here. When I took my first breath, my world was born with me. When I die, my world dies with me. In other words, I wasn't born into a world that was already here before me, nor do I live simply as one individual among millions of other individuals, nor do I leave everything behind to live on after me. People live thinking of themselves as members of a group or society. However, this isn't really true. Actually, I bring my own world into existence, live it out, and take it with me when I die."
- Kosho Uchiyama
commonplace
And I'll add this.
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I liked all of these thoughts. I hope to shock and amaze myself regarding my influence on future gatherings:)
I am even suspect of the world when I go to sleep and am unconscious - as far as I am concerned, the world ceases to exist when I am unconscious.
And so it does, for you.
I imagine this as my life building a sand castle between one high tide and the next.
Along those lines (we are our own reality):
I've been reading a lot about dementia lately, and one blogger explains how he had to accept that his mother now lived in Alzheimer World, which was entirely real to her.
She could no longer come back to his reality, but he could go to hers. To help train himself to enter her world, sometimes he would physically take a step to the left, to make this changeover real to him...
(I found it on this blog:
www.alzheimersreadingroom.com)
The grief of the world has been more acute for me recently too...
There's always a lot of it, of course, but just lately I've felt there's been more, or more right in my line of vision.
Sigh.
Fresca,
I have to assume it's a September thing, even when we love autumn.
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