The existential silence we enjoy in meditation opens a door to a remarkably complete understanding of the ultimate nature of Existence, of Life, and of humanity. And such an understanding lays bare the absurd presumptions which are the foundation of humanities relationship to the field of its existence.
The temporal center of my high-school years was 1960, and in a high-school science class we were made familiar with the classic fruit-fly experiment where a male and a female fruit-fly are introduced into a five gallon jar with five pounds of sugar. The population expands exponentially and then crashes to zero. There is still plenty of sugar left.
The Earth is our jar, and we are the fruit-flies. and some of the more precocious flies want to somehow breech the lid of our jar and escape the mess we have made of it into.....what
We have king fruit-flies and queen fruit-flies, and industrial magnate fruit-flies, and garden variety fruit-flies, and we all busily go about our business smashing things that don't need smashing, and solving problems that don't exist while ignoring problems of existential immediacy.
It is absurd.
The period of the great masters of Zen was roughly 1,500 years ago. To Awaken in those days of rustic simplicity resulted in a chasm of being between the animal human and the creature of whom it is the larva stage. The absurdity of tribal presumptions and the inconceivable natural beauty of existence are simply self evident when as living organisms we enter the sacred realm of Awakened Pristine Awareness.
The charming absurdity of those rustic years has descended into catastrophe. But the opportunity for Awakening can not be distanced
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