flying back from new york to san francisco, i look out my window and watch the clouds glide by my window in wisps. beautiful, close, yet tauntingly unreachable. just like the spiritual world that flies above, around and through me by in total coherence. for the most part, i'm unaware of it.
we're all grounded in the physical world, rooted in our relationships, accomplishments, frustrations, status, abundance, needs, haves, and have nots. we also live on the mental plane above that, constructing our version of what's happening to us and why. we put meaning into the meaningless and ascribe all sorts of personal implications for what's going on in our world. but the world doesnt live in good or bad, right and wrong, cause and effect. the world "just is", and we put meaning to it. (this is where the "why 'bad' things happen to 'good' people" explanation goes)
above all that is the spiritual plane, where pure consciousness exists. where i understand but do not know that time isnt' the absolute tyrant that we understand it to be. that time is plastic, bending. every day i try to remind myself of the forced perspective that i bring to the physical and mental planes that we live in, and the mental cage that i inspire. breathing life into it. and i try to put it all in perspective, remembering the spiritual plane, looking at it from afar most of the times. so tantalizingly close, but so far away. 36,000 miles or so
