My Beloved is ONE alone; Everywhere my eyes seem Him only. In search of love, I came to this world, but after seeing the world I wept, for I felt coldness on all sides, and I cried out in despair, "Must I too Become cold?". And with tears, tears, tears, I nurtured that plant with tenderness which I had almost lost within my heart. Putting reason in the churn of love, I churned and churned. Then I took the butter for myself.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Choosing to regard your OWN SELF: as observing either a particle or a wave

STANCE OF OBSERVER OF SELF: Determines whether you see yourself as a particle or wave (hard concept)

SELF AS PARTICLE: childhood concrete cognition
SELF AS WAVE: ABSTRACT THINKING OF ADULTHOOD

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