sometimes there is a dropping away of the boundaries, the moment when the room that houses me is not there anymore and i’m left with just (me). this me doesn’t remember it’s me-ness. it is like becoming aware of my breath, the breathing cycle continues on its own all the time but as soon as i become aware of it, it becomes more labored, less spontaneous, it becomes self-conscious. self-consciousness flirts with the boundary between being aware and being separate. it is when i pull out a figure from the ground and focus on it, that i lose the ground. it is in this edge of perception that non-duality and duality collide. the rubin’s vase illustration demonstrates that.
i remember being fasc
inated as a child by optical illusions. i wonder if that was a fascination with being on that edge, of getting a taste of the perceptual edge we live in. as far as i can tell, the vase and the faces both exist, co-exist, yet my perception sways. perhaps connection is realized when the duality diminishes.
on one hand. letting my boundaries dissolve is overwhelming. and i fight to keep my existence intact, the filters of our perception allow reality to be more manageable in our limitations. but as the boundaries of our limitations evolve, the perception of reality wavers between being too intense and too un-stimulating.
macro photography highlights how much richness can be experienced in each micro-segment, if we bother to zoom in.
the rubin’s vase image was obtained from Wikipedia
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