Is life a series of gettings and givings? A series of decisions made up of refusals and grantings? Can one give oneself the gift of more time by becoming more aware, by taking more notice on purpose?
When I’m thinking, am I distracted from what’s going on around me to some extent? To observe deeply must I be silent?
How to spend time? Is now always the time to do what needs to be done? Does everything that is, have to be?
Where does time happen? Only in the now? Is there any other place? When does time happen? The present? Is there any other time? How does time happen? Is it that time doesn’t happen, it just is? Is it not linear but vertical and everywhere?
Is the real, here and now, and the not real, there and then? Is everything humming but we can’t hear it? Is time always an individual experience?
Is always so powerful a word that it should always be used carefully? Will the earth always be turning? Always seems to be at its best when used with questions.
Can a person dream the human dream and still coax the real into showing itself? Is it that the real is not hiding in the way a flower is not hiding from our sight. Can a flower sense the real? Probably yes because the flower does not think.
Does our constant use of language keep us from sensing reality at full strength?
At bottom, is a belief a type of dream? Are beliefs word clouds that rain upon me without end, yet aren’t some of them pointing to an inexpressible creative energy, to something beyond belief? Is the real beyond belief?
Is this stable but changing moment all there is? Is time a stationary but moving target? Is it that the past and future can only exist in the nowness that’s so large it can’t be conceived of yet so small it can’t be measured?
Is it that I can’t know the mystery using any of my thoughts, so should I try to see if I can know it directly without using words?
Questions are friendly in that they don’t directly solicit opposing statements but ask for consideration and if possible, answers.
The situation of having so many questions over the years and not knowing very many answers has given me a measure of ease with not being able to know for sure about some of the most important things in life. Many of the things I know for sure tend to be somewhat stale only because they are already known . . . for sure.
Not being able to know for sure has become a middle way for me. I have found comfort where it was least expected.
Here are the first questions:
If theism and atheism are beliefs, is the real beyond belief?
Is there a natural mystery which permeates all of existence in the form of pure awareness and creativity which is the birthright of all life?
If so, is this mystery being covered over in humans by a complex dream with the deepest meaning possible in life being found only when this birthright is completely uncovered and experienced fully via the total relaxation of the complex dream?