17/03: the moral imperative of observation.

I left home on the 21st of March 1943. Robin joined me in 1967 and we have traveled together ever since. Home seems closer now.

For many years I have contemplated the process of observation. What am I observing? Do I see the same thing as everybody else? Does my observing of an event or fragment of an event change the event? Does my observation cause the event? Is my observation of any consequence at all, or is it irrelevant to the universe whether I exist or not?
What do we observe? No living creature observes the same thing in the same way. If we are observing the same thing in a different way, where then is that which we are not observing? Can we learn to observe that which we are not observing, or are we how the universe observes itself?
Does each fragment of each observation translate into completeness from the point of view of the universe? If this is the case, observation becomes a moral imperative.
As each of us dies the universe must loose the fragmentary view of itself that we provide. As new birth arises, this view of itself must change, therefore each of us must observe for as long as we live, our view never being repeated. The universe will never again view itself from this perspective.
What is truth? If truth is absolute then that which changes cannot be true, but then if it cannot be truth itself, can it be pieces of truth? Is truth therefore also fragmentary? Can it be that the mind fragments of each one of us contains truth veiled by opinion and ignorance? Is it that truth can never be completely viewed by the individual?
What is art? Where does art come from? Can art be reduced to a mathematical construct? Why is there so much confusion between the object and the art? Is art an object, or is it that which exists between the artists physical body and the objects physical property? The object cannot be the art, it can only be the object, and the artist only the artist.
Where then does art exist? Is art truth? If art and truth are bound, then they must live in the same place. All things that manifest free of opinion and ignorance must live in the same place.
What is this place of creation? Can we go there at any time? Are we there all of the time? Is this where we live? Is this where all greatness and compassion and creativity manifest itself? Is this the mansion available to us all? Why are we unaware of this great mansion so choose to live our lives in one tiny room?
Where is this place, this place of silence and peace, this place of love, home?

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