Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61

PROMPT

Here is a complex thought for you to decipher. Choose a part of it, if you so desire, and use it as an inspiration to write your piece.

In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement the world is ever re-created.

 Sri Nisargadatta, I Am That

 

Being a person of insignificance within a world where significance is measured by wealth and influence, it’s not so hard to imagine yourself as infinitesimal within the universe.

Of course, this is not entirely true, after all, there are people around you to whom you are significant. We’d like to think our children hold us in some stead even though I know it doesn’t always work that way with all families.

But it can be overwhelming considering just how much influence we don’t have, that we live in a tiny part of the country we are born in, and our life’s work can very well take place entirely within that space.

I like the notion of the “immensity of consciousness” for it allows a perspective for us to live and work within. Despite the efforts of some, we are not insignificant. Each of us gives and receives to one another. The poorest person gives so others might improve their lot, the richest, looking beyond his own wealth and power sets about to improve the lives of many others.

For every ‘good’ deed we do we do in fact re-create our world. We are surrounded by so much doom and gloom, so much negativity that it is refreshing to see good deeds being done for no other reason than a love for our fellow man.

Recently the Invictus Games were held in Sydney. Men and women injured in war and battle putting aside their disabilities to compete in a range of sporting events. But it was more than that, these men and women were keen to participate but also to share camaraderie with one another. For watching these men and women support and encourage each other gave me the feeling that there are a lot of good people out there.

We may be a tiny spot within the immensity of the universe, but the spot we inhabit is important and meaningful.

 

Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-61/

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5 Responses to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61

  1. Reena Saxena says:

    Excerpt from a book ‘Figuring’ by Maria Popova
    This is from the promo of a yet-to-be-published book ‘Figuring’ by Maria Popova

    All of it — the rings of Saturn and my father’s wedding band, the underbelly of the clouds pinked by the rising sun, Einstein’s brain bathing in a jar of formaldehyde, every grain of sand that made the glass that made the jar and each idea Einstein ever had, the shepherdess singing in the Rila mountains of my native Bulgaria and each one of her sheep, every hair on Chance’s velveteen dog ears and Marianne Moore’s red braid and the whiskers of Montaigne’s cat, every translucent fingernail on my friend Amanda’s newborn son, every stone with which Virginia Woolf filled her coat pockets before wading into the River Ouse to drown, every copper atom composing the disc that carried arias aboard the first human-made object to enter interstellar space and every oak splinter of the floor-boards onto which Beethoven collapsed in the fit of fury that cost him his hearing, the wetness of every tear that has ever been wept over a grave and the yellow of the beak of every raven that has ever watched the weepers, every cell in Galileo’s fleshy finger and every molecule of gas and dust that made the moons of Jupiter to which it pointed, the Dipper of freckles constellating the olive firmament of a certain forearm I love and every axonal flutter of the tenderness with which I love her, all the facts and figments by which we are perpetually figuring and reconfiguring reality — it all banged into being 13.8 billion years ago from a single source, no louder than the opening note of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, no larger than the dot levitating over the small i lowered from the pedestal of ego.

    How can anyone think of being unconnected or infinitesimal?

  2. Reena Saxena says:

    Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
    Michael’s comment on humanity and its victories …..

  3. Sadje says:

    Like your take on the importance of a single life. Great

  4. Interesting post. We are all connected in this universe.

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