For experience to occur, light has to slow down.... William Blake said it another way: "Error is created. Truth is Eternal." It sounds crazy at first, but it actually appears that in order for objects to appear, areas of light must somehow slow down, somehow resist the free flow of Eternity. This resistance to movement is called 'inertia' in Physics and has long been a standard definition of mass, i.e., solid stuff. More recently, and perhaps more Quantum Mechanics accurately, Physicist, David Bohm, states, " Mass is a phenomenon of connecting light rays which go back and forth, sort of freezing them into a pattern."
Creation of a physical universe might be defined as a chunk of Eternity going unconscious. The Buddha phrased the notion a bit differently, noting that ignorance is a prime prerequisite for the advent of a Samsaric relative world.
In the ancient Hindu scripture, the Rg Veda, this most obscure verse appears tucked away among hymns of praise to the unfathomable Absolute:
"Great is the sacrifice of those who renounce all for the sake of liberation, this all know. But few know how great is the sacrifice of those who live and die in ignorance."
What if ignorance were a primal world creating gesture in consciousness, required for the constellation of decelerated patterns of light that endure varying degrees of unconsciousness, i.e., the patterns we experience as objects, including our own bodies? Something would have to be taken away or subtracted from sublime omniscience in order for problematical, impermanent, goofball things to appear.
"Form is the only evidence of unenlightenment." -- Da Free John
What Shaivite Philosophy calls the 'cosmic veiling power' of Maya (a.k.a., involutionary, form creating energies), works in ways that we hardly understand, since we are ourselves layered with veils and limitations by the time we become conscious of a world out there and a threatened me in here.
Our own bodies, up close and intimate to us, generate trillions of biochemical reactions per second of which we are almost wholly ignorant. How strange, in light of this, that so many of us feel guilty about showing up as limited, mortal forms. How equally strange that others proudly announce, "we create our own reality." The guilt and the pride seem equally pointless.
Infinities open everywhere in front of our noses, in the most ordinary of appearances. The arrogance of pronouncing that there is or is not a God is quite astonishing. We don't even know for sure whether or not time and space exist without our perceiving them. Heck, we cannot even locate the perceiver apart from the perceived. We've been trying to do just that for a very long time, surfing the moebius strip of apparent inner and outer.
It's not a matter of right or wrong.
It's a matter of singing a deeper song.
- Robert Augustus Masters
