Dust On A Mirror

People interact like synapses within the brain, exchanging packets of data, in the form of feelings and information. It is energy that passes back and forth in the giant web of what could be called, the whole human being. We are all interconnected, indirectly and directly to one another, by these strands of energy. I wonder what the human being is up to?

The brain, when it is operating without any consciousness, is a machine whose impulse is to seek security and to ensure the survival of the organism, the body. It is dedicated to both directives. People, the extension of the brain, seek the same thing. Due to the advent of more and more complex language and so-called civilization, culture, traditions and religions, the seeking of security and survival is less and less connected to reality and is becoming more and more conceptual and therefore more confusing and maze-like. There is a sense of being lost in a dream , a pseudo-world, a reality that has been generated throughout history by the human mind. A reality filled with do’s and don’ts, right and wrong, good and bad, should’s and should nots. A mind that is a slave to this, is lost and trapped in a never-ending pattern of correction, and an endless paranoia that is subtle yet completely enmeshing. Cause and effect are a syndrome, a cascade , and a mind that is enslaved to find the balance within it is a mind that is quickly exhausted by the ever-changing imbalance of life. It is never certain and it is never the same. The brain attempts to fill this with concepts of certainty, but the fact is that life is ephemeral and unpredictable. A mind that is afraid of this fact, cannot be with what is, it cannot be with life itself, and that is the root of the problem, for this is why human beings live in a mind generated illusion at the center of which, is the ‘me’. A complete work of fiction. A story in the head. As Narcissus looked into the pond, enamoured with the reflection of his own face, so do we look into our minds and become lost in the reflection of our self. It is our mind that distorts the reflection of our true self through the accumulation of our past, like dust accumulated on a mirror.