We lack a deep-being
integrity to our consciousness.
We function more so
with our reptilian brain tool kit
as our first-responder in our initial
experiential impressions.
Because our
experience style claims that we are separate
from everything, in how we
discover whatever we discover,
that is by a presumed unstated separateness from
us to start.
In our terms of engagement,
experience is then consciously
characterized
by its sensory separateness from us unspoken claims
and therefore
we do not really sense nor search for deeper connectivity
with all things
inherent in that method as our approach.
We therefore produce
depiction-assigned portrayals
rather than integration–acknowledged emersion
points of view.
We speak a language that turns into a code
but not necessarily
a language that unlocks into decodes.
We promote a
language that produces a warehouse of facts
that do not necessarily give us a
language in fulfillment
that leads us into the livingness behind those facts.
Experience by its intrinsic nature, in its functional means,
is the suicide
note about our self-isolation
that we continue to write as our living.
Experience is then the exercise apparatus
that we use 24/7, to put ourselves in
a time continuum.
Being in time, and living in time is both the paper and the
ink
that we use in the pronouncement of lucidly scripting our death notice.
In
an experiential sense, the ‘now’ has no life and it has no death.
The ‘now’
never becomes the litter on the experiential side of the road.
The ‘now’ never
travels in the road, on the road or as the road.
Only our consciousness,
trapped in time, is living in this metaphor.
Our experiential reality is the
pronounced mantra of distraction,
to the point of self-capture.
Such is the
experience format we generally use . . .
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