We are so caught up by our senses, such a visual species are we. Of course, some thrive on music and others on talk, and, as social creatures, can feel it quite necessary to their very being.
What does that leave? Touch, smell, taste.
How lovely it is to connect with our senses, and then overlay them with meaning.
Yes, meaning. That which fills the soul.
Meaning can also mean "definition". And isn't that perfect, for how do we define ourselves?
By what measure? One can use Relative Truth to define or give meaning to oneself:
the truth of what appears to be
or one can use Absolute Truth in whch exists the inherent nature of everything.
I think that, like fibre and collage artist, Lenore Tawney, meaning in life is like "creation ...a defiance of ordinary verbal communication. Its origins lie in the ineffable part of one's own being and are much closer to the silence of the universe than to its noises and verbalizations. Art is always just beyond language. Each work, seems to be called up from a bottomless chaos and despite the magic order it finds in the artist's creation, retains always the memory of the original chaos to which it is destined to return. [One] of deep insight knows that authentic life is not lived arbitrarily but is governed by a secret mesh of invisible images [ absolute truth]"
And therefore it is all one. We are all one.
We must be patient, above all with ourselves.
Then we will find that Wisdom and Compassion are indivisible
for, in fact, Compassion is Wisdom reaching out.