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If I'm not really limited and located in one place, then why should I have such a difficulty in knowing anything in the macrocosm or in the microcosm?

Dear Rupert,

If I’m not really limited and located in one place, then why should I have such a difficulty in knowing anything in the macrocosm or in the microcosm?

Regards,

Nikhil

 

Dear Nikhil,

I would suggest that you are superimposing the limitations of mind onto Consciousness. It is true that mind is limited but this does not imply that Consciousness is limited.

It is also true that all we know objectively is through mind. In fact, we cannot say that something that is not known or experienced exists. It may and it may not - we do not know and, more importantly, cannot know, for the mind is, by definition, limited and therefore all its knowledge is limited.

However, even if something does exist when it is not known, that ‘something’ must be a part of the same ‘totality’ or ‘universe’ that this body/mind is a part of. Therefore, whatever the reality of the experience of this body/mind must also be the reality of that ‘something,’ because there cannot be two realities.

If there were two realities, they would either be the same or one would be more real than the other and therefore the ‘other’ could not be said to be as real as the first.

In other words, everything is ‘part of’ the same totality, inseparably connected to the whole. That means that the reality of anything, any tiny little thing such as this very thought or screen, shares the reality of the totality. Hence Cezanne said, “A time is coming when a single carrot freshly observed will trigger a revolution.”

And if we make a deep investigation of the reality of our own experience, be that the thought of dinner of the taste of a carrot, we find only Consciousness, that is, it finds or knows only itself.

With kind regards,

Rupert