“My Business Is Is-ness”
Sometimes someone succeeds in putting into words the indescribable experience that can never be repeated and the memory of it is just a faint residue of the actuality. The vitality of the direct perception of Reality in this physical realm is captured in the following passages by Aldous Huxley from Doors of Perception.
“I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers-a full-blown Belie of Portugal rose, shell pink with a hint at every petal’s base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-colored carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the bold heraldic blossom of an iris. Fortuitous and provisional, the little nosegay broke all the rules of traditional good taste. At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation – the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence. Continue reading