Thought: Light

There is an article (here) that talks about a particle moving faster than the speed of light.. Which got me thinking about what the speed of light is, and granted scientists have figured this out, but I'm not a scientist, so I can still hypothesize... Nothing concrete; But light needs particles to be seen.. light waves traveling across webs of atoms in a sort of chain reaction... not a diffusion, as in other waves (i.e. sound, vibration).  Light seems to have a unique property of holding intensity through space... Does light get trapped in anything?  A circle of particles...  The speed of light is the speed of lightning.. the speed of our neurons, the speed of automatic response within the particle, not the disruption caused by movement.. Is it the transferring of electrons? Or hitting electrons, like in tetherball... Makes more sense to me in these terms how light creates life.

Matt Ridley: When ideas have sex

The Power of Vulnerability

A thought on 'air'

I am curious: Can fish see the water? Or do they experience it and it's current the same way we experience the breeze and breathe the air, unable to visually acknowledge the matter in which we live?... Even though we are absolute certain of its existence... and perhaps a better question is, if we were to become fully aware of this space/air/matter, how would it alter our interaction with it?

Hippie talks about "The Light of Our Consiousness"

Stroke of Insight

A short story about compassion

   A man came and spat on Buddha's face. He was very angry. He was a Brahmin, "Just give me permission to put this man right, This is too much! I cannot tolerate it."
   Buddha said, "But he has not spat on your face. This is my face. Second, just look at the man! In what great trouble he is- just look at the man! Feel compassion for him. He wants to say something to me, but words are inadequate. That is my problem also, my whole life's long problem- and I see the man in the same situation! I want to relate things to you that I have come to know, but I cannot relate them because words are inadequate. This man is in the same boat: he is so angry that no word can express his anger- just as I am in so much love that no word, no act, can express it. I see this man's difficulty- just see!"
   Buddha is seeing, Amanda is also seeing. Buddha is simply collecting a factual memory; Ananda is creating a psychological memory.
   The man could not believe his ears, what Buddha was saying. He was very much shocked. He would not have been shocked if Buddha had hit him back, or Ananda had jumped upon him.  There would have been no shock; that would have been expected, that would have been natural. That's how human beings react. But Buddha feeling for the man, seeing his difficult... The man went, could not sleep the whole night, pondered over it, meditated over it. Started feeling a great hurt, started feeling what he had done. A wound opened in his heart.
   Early in the morning, he rushed to Buddha's feet, fell at Buddha's feet, kissed his feet. And Buddha said to Ananda, "Look, again the same problem! Now he is feeling so much for me, he cannot speak in words. He is touching my feet. Man is so helpless. Anything that is too much cannot be expressed, cannot be conveyed, cannot be communicated. Some gesture has to be found to symbolize it. Look!"
   And the man started crying and said, "Excuse me, sir. I am immensely sorry. It was absolute stupidity on my part to spit on you, a man like you."
   Buddha said, "Forget about it! The man you spat upon is no more, and the man who spat is no more. You are new, I am new! Look- this sun that is rising is new. Everything is new. The yesterday is no more. Be finished with it! And how can I forgive? because you never spat on me. You spat on somebody who has departed."
   Consciousness is a continuous river.

-OSHO