I watched this very strange little film last night. Has anyone else seen it? I somehow missed it in 2004. A bizarre blend of quantum physics, non-dual spirituality, and a fair amount of mumbo-jumbo (in my opinion). I found it thought provoking and entertaining though. More or less in line with much of what I believe, but veering into some New Agey nonsense territory.
I am however fascinated by the ways the latest discoveries of quantum physics are very much in line with the ancient teachings of the Vedas and also Buddhist teachings of emptiness and non-duality.
And please forgive me, I am brand new to blogging, and not at all HTML savvy, so it may take me a while to get comfortable with posting links, etc. Any tips would be appreciated...
Namaste.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Start at the beginning
From the book that started it all for me, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard:
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any more than the planet is smooth; not even a single hydrogen atom is smooth, let alone a pine. Nor does it fit together; not even the chlorophyll and hemoglobin molecules are a perfect match, for, even after the atom of iron replaces the magnesium, long streamers of disparate atoms trail disjointedly from the rims of the molecules' loops. Freedom cuts both ways. Mystery itself is as fringed and intricate as the shape of the air in time. Forays into mysteries cut bays and fine fiords, but the forested mainland itself is implacable both in its bulk and in its most filigreed fringe of detail. "Every religion that does not affirm that God is hidden," said Pascal flatly, "is not true."
Namaste.
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any more than the planet is smooth; not even a single hydrogen atom is smooth, let alone a pine. Nor does it fit together; not even the chlorophyll and hemoglobin molecules are a perfect match, for, even after the atom of iron replaces the magnesium, long streamers of disparate atoms trail disjointedly from the rims of the molecules' loops. Freedom cuts both ways. Mystery itself is as fringed and intricate as the shape of the air in time. Forays into mysteries cut bays and fine fiords, but the forested mainland itself is implacable both in its bulk and in its most filigreed fringe of detail. "Every religion that does not affirm that God is hidden," said Pascal flatly, "is not true."
Namaste.
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