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We Have A Place - That Which We Already Know

Part II
Chapter 4 – We Have A Place
Amongst the collection of Christmas ornaments that my family unpacked from a battered cardboard storage box each holiday season was a set of a half a dozen heavier gauge aluminum foil snowflakes in those anodized metal colorings now so familiar to us all – blue and green, red and violet, silver and gold. They unfolded in popup book fashion from the flatness of their latent state into eight-pointed wonders for which I took personal responsibility. Perhaps because of their size – they were about as big around as dinner plates – or perhaps because they were always on the bottom of the box and thus became an afterthought to the decorating process, they ended up becoming my personal bedroom decorations. I’d climb up on a stepladder and attach their strings to the plaster ceiling with asterisks of masking tape that occasionally required a supplemental strip or two over the course of the holiday season.
My fondest memory of those snowflakes was of laying in…

Living the Wisdom - That Which We Already Know

The following is the third and final installment of Chapter 3.

Chapter 3 - The Journey Home (second continuation)
From an evolutionary standpoint, our forebears lived much as described in the legend of the Garden of Eden – wandering the forest unclothed, gathering from its bounty, living without concern for the possible trials of the morrow. After the fall, however, humans were banished from that proverbial Garden and left to their own devices. The bounty of the forest was no longer enough. The emergence of self-awareness had brought with it concerns about the future and the sufficiency of what the forest would provide. The natural world in and of itself was no longer to be trusted, and so we began to help it along.
We can imagine the advent of agriculture occurring gradually. What might have begun with hunter/gatherers returning again and again to the places where they’d once found nuts or seeds or fruits gradually transitioned into helping those plants reach maturity – perhaps makin…

Moths About The Porch Light - That Which We Already Know

Chapter 3 of That Which We Already Know continues below...
Chapter 3 - The Journey Home (first continuation)
Earlier in this chapter I spoke of how we “recover” from our fall from grace by acclimating to our sense of separation, at times so completely that we never even realize anything is wrong for the remainder of our days. We fill our lives with work and play and family and friends – perhaps quite contentedly so – without ever realizing that something is off-kilter. Others of us, however, do realize that something is amiss. Siddhartha Gautama, for instance, was abiding in the lap of luxury when he realized that he’d been living as if he were sleepwalking through his days – unmindful of his fall. Eventually, however, he woke up to his separation so completely that people began to refer to him as the Buddha, the Awakened One. Jesus was awake as well, and all too aware of our separation. Whether by divine birth or by some other prayerful process, he was awakened to something that he a…

The Journey Home - That Which We Already Know

Part I, Chapter 3 - The Journey Home
I suspect that most readers of this book in progress have long since entered adulthood – and long since “recovered” from the fall from grace as I’ve been speaking of it so far. By that I mean that we’ve adapted to or become acclimated to the sense of separation that accompanies what is generally considered the healthy ego development and individuation of growing up. Acclimation, however, does not mean that all is well; it simply means that we’re surviving. True, some of us manage to survive well enough that we live out the remainder of our days in this state of acclimation, having become so suitably oriented to our sense of separation that we never even think of anything being awry, but others of us are not so “lucky”. Others of us become all too aware over the course of our adult lives of the negative aspects of the separation of which I speak.
The separation that I’m speaking of likely means different things to different people. The fact that I’v…