Tuesday, September 4, 2012

brahman? everywhere, but then

remember our discussion of duck/rabbit?

brahman is nature,
nature is everything there is
man is nature and brahman.
but man destroys nature
so, man  destroys himself
did man learned from brahman?
for IT being nature destroys nature and man
thus, brahman destroys itself

what's the riddle?

we cannot lie to ourselves pretending that we live in this safety isle outside the relationship of brahman/atman, pakriti/purusha.

a more honest relationship between man & nature means recognizing that we are -also- nature. but, what nature? do we even know how to look around? do we really see nature or do we see ourselves outside?

i propose environing as learning to weave one-with-another. let's begin with understanding what's difficult. in aesthetics, there is this category of "ugliness",

the so called unpleasant & unsightly in nature. the different, the awkward, unattractive, the queer. people are definitely afraid of the ugly duck. or the frightful (the putrid smell of the marshes, abandoned animal carcasses in the country site, sulfide vapors coming up from the earth's bowels).

and death?

lord byron (who is not precisely afraid of death) has this to say:

The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,
A lump of death, a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them. She was the universe.

or baudelaire, in fleurs du mal:

Je veux dormir! dormir plut├┤t que vivre!
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
J' ├ętablerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.

I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
In death as sweet as sleep,
I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
Your lovely body polished like copper.

fearing less, loving more. that's one way to find one's place within nature. mind you the love i'm talking about is awe before the beauty of nature. it's beauty you wish to keep because it's there in its perfection (in hindu "everything that is is perfect").

how about insects (our misunderstood enemies? the spider is a famous character in the upanishads). ants, one of the smartest and most sociable insect. how about roaches? i found this on a website of people inquiring about miami as a place to live:
I've been hearing a lot about these large flying roaches and it's starting to scare me from relocating here. Are they in all homes? Do they bite? I think I could handle seeing them once in a while outside, but if I saw one of these things flying around my house I think I would want to pack my bags and leave!
what should we stop with insects? let's take atman/brahman down to plants. trees (forgotten shade-giving, trunk-bearing, leafy beings). do they talk? do we talk to trees? they say trees like being talked to. talking to a tree is a sign of acute sensibility. suggested homework 4 all of us: let's embrace and kiss a tree. there goes karma back to the universe!   

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