The Real and The Ideal

Iris growing at my folks' place...

Iris growing at my folks' place...

Time for me to calm down. I need to read Gin’s blog. And Patricia’s and Hilary’s. Meanwhile, I found this from Alan Watts’ Nature, Man and Woman

“Love brings the real, and not just the ideal, vision of what others are because it is a glimpse of what we are bodily. For what is ordinarily called the body is an abstraction. It is the conventional fiction of an object seen apart from its relation to the universe, without which it has no reality whatsoever. But the mysterious and unsought uprising of love is the experience of complete relationship with another, transforming our vision not only of the beloved but of the whole world…

…in a relationship which has no goal other than itself, nothing is merely preliminary. One finds out what it can mean simply to look at the other person, to touch hands, or to listen to the voice. If these contacts are not regarded as leading to something else, but rather allowed to come to one’s consciousness as if the source of activity lay in them and not in the will, they become sensations of immense subtlety and richness. Received thus, the external world acquires a liveliness which one ordinarily associates only with one’s own bodily activity, and from this comes the sensation that one’s body somehow includes the external world.”

When we can feel that level of unity, we cherish those events that nurture our unity and we mourn those that tear us apart. And we fight for what will keep us all free enough to be connected in healthy mind/body/spirit appreciation.

jrk

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