Theos-Talk Archives (February 1997 Message tl00200)

Here is an interesting excerpt from listening-l.

> In the meantime, we play within this magnificent garden
> of joy and sorrow.
>
> And who are we?
>
> Are we elaborate figments of unitary imagination,
> awaiting rapturous annihilation in a grand cosmic awakening?
>
> Are we momentary bubbles of perception,
> evanescing from the pristine slime of existence?
>
> Are we a huddling herd of singularities,
> overlapping infinitely distant event horizons?
>
> Are we a blaze of flickering images,
> cast by myriad facets of a crystal mirror of Self-reflection?
>
> Are we hunters and gatherers and farmers and writers and
> builders and bankers and philosophers?
>
> Are we seekers and thieves, truth and untruth, love and hate,
> lost and found, and then all over again?
>
> Are we forever going and returning, rising and falling,
> inhaling and exhaling?
>
> Do we know ourselves?
>
> Are there selves for us to know?
>
> Is Self there?
>
> Who?