we allow ourselves to be boggled by memory/conditioning and its worldly projections. science, for example, is more delusion than truth, because it's too structured by the old and driven by desire. when it works, it's great. it's virtually the mind of our species investigating nature. but the problem isn't science at its best, it's science at its most typical, which is science so focused on empirical fields and, say, mathematics, that all the other dimensions of our n-dimensional symphony are ignored or discounted. the givenness of immediacy isn't restricted to eyeballs and equations. plus, and worse, the achilles heel of science is "the scientist".
delusional identities of separate selfness aren't transcended by getting Ph.D.'s in chemistry and wearing white lab coats. the venality of operational science, the down and dirty antics of ego/power games is gagging. and how seriously can you take any institution mostly run by personalities not worse, perhaps, than any random sample from the human condition, but certainly no better?
but even minus the jerks and neurotics, the concentrated, specialized focus of science is a piccolo, merely, in a vaster symphony. the raw material of intelligence is confusion, vulnerability, darkness, and ordinariness. in other words, all of that stuff which is patronized out of existence by knee jerk intellectualizing. let's sit down and reason together (translation: let's be cicadas). to hell with intellectual togetherness! go with the flow of what you don't know. gurus are a**holes, there aren't any gurus. we are each of us absolutely, absolutely on our own.
now wait a minute, says the sheep. this is going too far. we all need a certain amount of help from time to time and why should we keep reinventing the wheel? leaders, after all, are leaders because they've learned from experience, and shepherds, to us, are gods, says the sheep, smiling knowingly to his flocky friends. hey, sheepy, sheepy, I've got a shepherd right here in the back of my throat, says the allegator, and I think he wants to give you a salvation experience. humph, says the sheep. humph, says the flock.
we can respect the past without being enslaved to it and the surest symptom of being a past worshipper is being more focused on what's at the end of a chain of thought, than what's before it. And what's before it isn't capturable by formality or improvable with intentionality. it's the origin of sincerity and the origin, not object, of pseudo separateness. here, there's no talking bullshit or castles of expectedness. this is the fountain of newness from which only intelligence can drink, and it flies by intellectualizing like convoluted physics to unmotivated students.
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