The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
theroot_
THREE FLORETS
A boulder rolls downhill during an earthquake. One thing has led to another. No one is responsible. Without method or conscious choice, it's called a random event. When something unplanned happens, as for instance climate change, it can be called an unintended consequence, but that doesn't make it random.
For en existentialist, abstract justice of random events holds sway. For a buddhist, the law of karma rules. The deciphering factor is intent. While many events are certainly intended, for some no intent can be found. In any case, events happen. When they do, they usually follow sequentially in the order of time.
Events have no necessary connection with either abstract justice or the law of karma. An unintended consequence is part of a sequence of events, each having a cause. An earthquake is the latest in a chain of events extending back to the formation of the earth.
This is not the case for an experience of precognition. The order of time is abolished when the sequence is reversed. Something does eventually happen, confounding ideas involving time, and with these also the usual ideas of reality.
Schroedinger's cat was a thought experiment, a dream slipping either intentionally or randomly through imaginary fingers. For quantum theorists, “If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen.” There's no waiting game for reality, and neither does it wilt.
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The span of a lifetime ~ wouldn't there be end points beneath? In ceaseless activity, they vanish. In between . . . .
In an attempt to corral my heretical persona, he was saying: “You are defined by your relations with others.” My boss, a well known graduate of Santa Clara University, didn't mention the TR3, hand painted with a field of wildflowers. Then I had been thinking about my undefined Self, and wondering if possibly he sensed that. I didn't want to argue. To some extent, we all are.
It is a great relief to say farewell to all that. Time is a convenient hook on the tack room wall. What is, is. Not what is not, is. Time is temporary, a redundant truth.
Put another way: The span of a lifetime vanishes in years. Which is not quite right, but sound sometimes trumps sense.
Doing time ~ cant for imprisonment. While this life is lived with others locked in relations, yes. It's three O'clock in the afternoon. The plane will arrive on time. Count on it. I have never known anything more punctual.
A lifetime is like a suit of shining armor. Imagine the dream of a butterfly.
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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