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Lunitik
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This is why it is said "as an idiot", it is because knowledge does not come in.
When looking at the flower, you need not say "this is a rose", "the rose is red", "the rose has thorns", "the rose has a nice fragrance"... this is all knowledge, but you are looking at it, you are smelling it, why does mind need to come in and announce all that it knows about this beauty which you are now aware of?
When mind comes in, the experience is lost, it will utterly destroy the experience and you will move on because it has lost its beauty now. Mind is very violent in this way, that it destroys beauty by deconstructing it and creating something ordinary.
It does not care that this rose is an expression of existence, that it needn't have existed in the first place, that existence has chosen such a beautiful way to express. It removes the miracle that this flower even is, why does it exist? It has no purpose at all other than its beauty. It seems utterly pointless, why has existence done this? Why hasn't it at least put a fruit on it, then there is a reason. It is so intricate, it seems such time has been put into it and yet there is no reason.
All you can do is be grateful, because you too have no purpose, and yet you exist as this flower does... simply as an expression.
When looking at the flower, you need not say "this is a rose", "the rose is red", "the rose has thorns", "the rose has a nice fragrance"... this is all knowledge, but you are looking at it, you are smelling it, why does mind need to come in and announce all that it knows about this beauty which you are now aware of?
When mind comes in, the experience is lost, it will utterly destroy the experience and you will move on because it has lost its beauty now. Mind is very violent in this way, that it destroys beauty by deconstructing it and creating something ordinary.
It does not care that this rose is an expression of existence, that it needn't have existed in the first place, that existence has chosen such a beautiful way to express. It removes the miracle that this flower even is, why does it exist? It has no purpose at all other than its beauty. It seems utterly pointless, why has existence done this? Why hasn't it at least put a fruit on it, then there is a reason. It is so intricate, it seems such time has been put into it and yet there is no reason.
All you can do is be grateful, because you too have no purpose, and yet you exist as this flower does... simply as an expression.