We live in place. Place surrounds us, informs us, defines us. We are exquisitely tuned to whatever place we inhabit. Our deepest layers engage every detail of form, motion, and pattern. Each presence is a voice, whispering or wailing in a language of their own, telling misty grey stories. From this rich intricacy and mystery, we draw threads of meaning. We weave the meanings into our own language. And the language tells our own story. Place speaks us into being.
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If you’re really paying attention, you could easily be forgiven for thinking that the world is ending. It certainly seems that way. At least is seems that way from the inside. But from the edge, things look very different. It turns out that we know almost nothing. And that’s a good thing.
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I’ve recently been seriously impacted by the work of Donald Hoffman. He’s a cognitive scientist who has come to a brilliant insight regarding the nature of perception, and consequently the nature of the whole of reality. It’s a monumental first step, but it needs to be expanded. Hoffman’s interpretation is still looking through some of the traditional lenses of materialist science and misses some of the core implications of his own theory.
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Money doesn’t exist. It’s just an idea that we made up. Little pieces of paper with ink on them are only just that. Numbers inside of computers are even less. The whole shebang is just one big illusion.
So if money isn’t actually being earned, stored, transferred, and spent, then what is actually happening? The same thing that humans have always done. We give things away in the trust that others will give to us in turn.
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The other day I was staring out my window, fretting about civilization hurtling towards its violent death. As I ruminated, I saw an alarmingly large silhouette flitting among the blooms of a flowering tree. My mind went to the enormous hornets I saw in rural India, and I wondered what new terror had moved into my region. For several long seconds I watched it, straining to get a better look and wondering what precautions I might need to take if it hung around. Then it landed on a branch in clearer sight. My mind struggled a moment longer to identify the invader, before a sudden perceptual shift allowed me to really see it. It was a hummingbird.
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