jbark wrote:Were wisdom not a burden we should not need to stand on the shoulders of giants to become giants ourselves.
Sir Issac Newton wrote:If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.
Nice insight and augmentation to Newton's view,
jbark. And your choice to us the word "wisdom" is quite marvelous and wise, in-and-of-itself. Wisdom or
Sophia, is therefore, that frame of mind which accepts the limitation of any single or finite perspective, as almost an exercise in futility. One cannot view the infinite in relative terms, grasp the insubstantial no-thingness of the Void... within a wholly substantial point of reference, nor comprehend the nature of the eternal, with a working-set of any conceptually encoded paradigms, itself born of an existence within the time-space-continuum. As the universe is so immense, mysterious and in it's reality, immeasurably further beyond mortal grasp... it crystallizes into the epiphany of such "special knowledge", indeed.
And when we open ourselves wholly to this Gnosis, we see... we awaken for the dreamscape and bloom exponentially. We then effectively, dis-embrace from the folly of any concrete system of certainty of thought, release any and all fixed notions of the
ordinary or normal, as being
real in any way. Nor is it lasting, this dreamscape, for it is naught but impermanence at play.
Socrates (astutely reiterated by gibran2) wrote:I only know one thing, that I know nothing.
As wise Socrates states so clearly point-blank, is inarguably a paradoxical or "special knowledge". Is it not? Which in this context, sets itself apart from the daydreaming self, maintaining a certainly of knowing this or that. This knowledge devours the witness to it's flowering. It opens the attic door up to the endless cosmic possibilities and limitless potentiality of what this whole experience as living beings is really all about, beneath the surface and organic behavioral pattering... thus freed of any misunderstandings about the innate reality of any individual perception.
Anyhooo... it's all a holographic dream sequence.
We can't makes others see this way... but we can love them impartially and unreservedly, even as we love ourselves. In theory this is quite a lovely ideal, in practice... this is the epic journey of a lifetime! We can only truly cultivate the art of attention and clear intent. We can but develop a will to polish the lens of our conscious-awareness, and lucidly so. And if we experience compassion, we freely share this spiritual vibe with everything in our direct experience, enigmatically playing a game of hide & seek (in any form it appears to us). For with or without any labels of cohesive distinction... Brahman abides in resplendent glory, Indivisibly, obvious of the sentient dreams of mankind.
This line of no thought leads to this present moment,
the only moment, in all of it's myriad guises and relative occurrences. Here and now, this is it. I write this an an affirmation and a reference to two of my favorite books (Be here Now and This Is IT). Respectively, written by Baba Ram Dass/Dr. Richard Alpert and Alan Watts. As different from one another as night and day... but so complementary to my vision, they unite many dynamically unique views on reality and self, and in my mind, erases the more disharmonious and superfluous ones. I am forevermore grateful to both authors.
Stripped of all philosophy or theological hypothesis... it is what it is. So, we fearlessly take the leap, head over heels, into the sheer transparency of Clear Light of the Void... and this changes everything for us! This bold undoing spontaneously facilitates the direct vision of no-thingness. The witness of the attention placed into the mirror of the macrocosmic, sacrifices all of the old paradigms we hold to, and release the comfortable solidity of our certainties. We are effective undone. What the Zen folks refer to as the cultivation of "No Mind". Again, is this not special? I would only modify this assessment by highlighting that within the realization, there is IME, a simultaneous insight, that EVERYTHING then, becomes equally special. Hence, the venerable Zen koan is wisdom itself, in action and/or self-expression.
Zen proverb wrote:Before enlightenment, chop ping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
And I'd like to defend the OP's terminology, phrasing his/her experiential beliefs in written words. It's valid to state that this awakening of mindfulness, is itself a blooming vision of That which confers a "special knowledge" of sorts. I also maintain that it is clearly special, because it is not common or typical in it's depth and content. It's subject is that ceaselessly changing force, the Tao, forevermore moving through all of this phenomenon and it will always elude our containment.
This is perhaps a burden if one holds onto the tight compression of the hypnotic dream-state, of the mechanism of our often troubled species. Gotta let it all go... free the Spirit Bird form it's gilded cage. Emptiness and attentiveness to this Now-ness, is the cream, the Amrita, so to speak. So in essence, we cannot know it in the proper sense of knowledge, per se... yet we know that set before this no-thingness, all else becomes unreal in such a tremendous awakening.
It is a knowledge which makes all other knowledge seem unreal. And furthermore, one of my favorite new translations of Plato's quote by Socrates, is derived from the latest cutting-edge interpretations in specificity, of Plato's original wording in ancient Greek.
Socrates wrote:My knowledge comes from an unknowing.
Now this puts a whole new spin on the meaning of
I only know that I do not know anything. Plain and simple, it eludes to the wisdom that when the appearances of this and that, the very ideological structures we hold to be feasibly affirmative and essentially concrete, are in reality merely illusory... we SEE another whole frequency of reality within the seeming mind-set that the overall majority of our earth species perceives.
With all due respect and courtesy offered to the OP, I feel it is not an elitist or delusional proclamation, as has been unkindly suggested by others within this thread. It takes honesty and bravery to admit that transcendental Gnosis is on some levels, a burden to live with. If by burden, the OP means it's a challenge to assimilate, I agree. And I say "Kudos" for being truthful and expressing the notion of it being difficult to grok... and then once grokked, far less easy to pretend that it makes no difference whatsoever, in ones mortal life span. It endlessly shatters every preconception we try to cling to.
It obliterates every previously held ideological understanding we have assembled. And it's so humbling, it is bat-shit crazy stuff to ignore! Well, at least it may come across as such in the initial phases of working-through our grounding of the epiphany and so, incrementally finding the process of integration unfolding steadily and effortlessly. Perhaps it is to the OP, quite a burdensome thing? I once felt similarly but everything ceaselessly changes and interconnects to everything else and nothingness dancing in counterpoint. I suspect that each degree of Gnosis, magikally rebirths our core identity and very structure of self. Awareness itself blooms without limitations of personal preference or rationally quantifiable definition. And it behooves us to sacrifice the entirely of our cherished beliefs, at every turn of the Path.
In other words, to have this experience and pretend that one has not had this realization... is absurd. The challenge is to realize that no mater how profound our small knowledge is, it is so much cosmic dust scattered in the Field of Sacred Being. If this is a burden, then it becomes incrementally less and less so, lighter and still lighter a shift in attention to bear. It gets easier and easier with soulful integration and the cultivation of a more harmonious and equanimous, inner balancing act. Why choose to be burdened?
I have found that from my windowsill, the ordinary is looking quite extraordinary, the deeper I peek into it's folds. Enjoy the ride, good people! As our brother
Hyperspace Fool is fond giving a respectful nod to Jerry Garcia, I think this is not inappropriate to celebrate these spiritually poetic lyrics, whether one digs the music of The Grateful Dead or not. Peace is good stuff to share.
"Turn on your love light and let it shine on me. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine".
There is no self to which I cling, for I am one with everything.