The song in all of nature is sweet by the reconciled fact that diversity is somehow inexorably connected into one great whole. The levels and degrees of flora and fauna somehow interlace by an unfathomable rhythm which defies the grasp of a man-made mind. Nature’s tentacles appear to live in accord, balanced by a law of life that is intuitive and natural. Yet where does man stand in relation to this balance, which ought to be seamless and ingrained into every living entity of this blossoming universe?
Man has inherited the tendency to act more like a virus than a sustainable species. His tastes can easily grow exaggerated for any fruit, real or imagined. The rest of nature is intrinsically ruled by a Wu-Wei exactness, where cause and effect dance together as match-made pairs. No onlooker looks upon the causes in relation to the effects, or the effects in relation to the causes, with a disconcerted confusion. With man, on the contrary, we indeed find this sense of dismay between the one and the other. His personality is the meddling force that plays the crucial role of middle man.
Consider the implications and the innate responsibility the creation of a personality bears upon the sensitive balance of the elements of this world. His mind and heart compose a persona which can develop rightly or wrongly according to a great many factors, much of which is defined by imitation and automatic absorption from the conditions of the environment. In a crazy village, only crazy people live, of whom only crazy children can be raised. But of course, crazy is a judgment defined relative only to a preconceived, or natural and lawful, assumption of normality.
The average personality is an agent of exaggeration. To most, if not all, causes is paired an inappropriate expression of its effect. That is, a man stubs his toe and his instincts pang with pain. The physicality of this experience is justly paired. On the other hand, a man notices a negative glance from a stranger and his imagination roars with inner indignation. If man be considered a storehouse of energy, his expenditures of emotion in the face of the trivial or imagined create an impression that he is a strange business, and one that is very badly managed.
One can wonder with great curiosity of the traditions of meditation that have come down to us from time past, rooted in the practice of non-thinking. A refusal to indulge in associations for a given time weakens this capacity for exaggeration, if not only momentarily, by slowing down the wheels of a man’s personality. The latter is made passive, while the experience of this moment is granted primacy. In such a state, be it minutes or hours, the entire psychology of a man is brought closer to the natural sync that the rest of nature already enjoys. Man, it seems, is made in such a way in these complicated modern times as to be a creature in need of both unlearning and relearning the obvious.