April 16, 2006 We are Staying Awake to our intentions, sensibilities and curiosities while attending our experiences at hand. Your Subscription Management — Commentaries — click a topic Striking Symphonies The Only Reason I bring together fun-loving, thoughtfully curious and dynamically creative people! That’s the possibility I bring to clients’ businesses. ~ DM I think with intuition. The basis of true thinking is intuition. Indeed, it is not intellect, but intuition which advances humanity. Intuition tells a man his purpose in life. One never goes wrong following his feelings. I don’t mean emotions, I mean feelings, for feelings and intuition are one. ~ Albert Einstein (b 1879) The only purpose for mankind is to return to the mind of the child. ~ Mencius (b 372 BCE), itinerant Chinese philosopher, sage, a principal interpreter of Confucianism Cosmology One of the three philosophies in metaphysics is cosmology: The study of the origin and evolution of Universe, especially with such of its characteristics as space, time, causality, and choice. My Coaching Page Focused Excellence author, publisher, & originator of this ezine, Staying Awake. DavidMoorhead.com 1+ 214 341 5599 Email Staying Awake If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern. .... If the Sun and Moon should doubt, They’d immediately go out. .... To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake (b 1757), English poet, painter, printmaker In painting, as in the other arts, there’s not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat. ~ Pierre-Auguste Renoir (b 1841), his first exhibition of Impressionist paintings in 1874 created a stir in the art world, but many art critics thought they were ugly and amateurish The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it. ~ George Bernard Shaw (b 1856), Irish playwright, Literature Nobel Prize 1925 There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action… and because there is only one of you in all of time this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. ~ Martha Graham (b 1894), American dancer, choreographer, a modern dance pioneer The way we live our days is the way we live our lives. ~ Annie Dillard (b 1945), American author, Prose Pulitzer Prize 1975 for Pilgrim at Tinker Creek One of the problems of taking things apart and seeing how they work — supposing you’re trying to find out how a cat works — you take that cat apart to see how it works, what you’ve got in your hands is a non-working cat. The cat wasn’t a sort of clunky mechanism that was susceptible to our available tools of analysis. ~ Douglas Noël Adams (b 1952), cult British comic radio dramatist, amateur musician, author of the series Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Hydrogen alone can create anything. We’ve known for a long time that humans were created with hydrogen; we understand humans are spiritual beings; so, why isn’t hydrogen considered spiritual? Or, did I miss something in all those years of religious training, pray tell? If hydrogen could be considered spiritual, perhaps millenniums of illusory dualisms would take a circular hike around the black hole of the Milky Way Galaxy. .... Plant species that scientists didn’t know existed have been recently discovered along the edges of melting glaciers. ~ DM © 2004-2006 All rights in all media reserved. You may quote my words as long as you attribute my name. Staying Awake content may be forwarded in full without special permission for nonprofit purposes only, provided full attribution and copyright notice are given. Thank You. Staying Awake Archive and publication dates. My email database will not be given away, borrowed nor sold. This ezine is distributed by our friends at EZezine.com Our constant curiosity is key to watching what’s being created. ~ DM

Dear Readers,

Striking Symphonies

If Spring is appearing where you are, butterflies and dragonflies delicately wing their slender selves over lawns and blossoming flowerbeds. Seen from my abode the creek caresses a grove of fully leafed oaks; imagining trees, butterflies, and dragonflies as stunningly striking symphonies of matchless sounds of beauty.

Take a moment to imagine beautiful symphonies sounding so loudly from those flowerbeds that we should be looking twice, and gawk at hearing their extraordinary music!

Let me take you by the hand to the creek just outside my doorway. Let’s say you see a dragonfly hovering several feet in front of you as we stand on the bank of the creek. You whisper, “Look, David, see that dragonfly hovering over the water?”

“Yeah,” I’d whisper back, “that dragonfly seems to be hovering over the water.”

After a thump to the back of my head, you ask, “You’re not going to interrupt a perfectly good moment of admiring nature with a science commentary, are you?”

“Uh huh,” sheepishly spoken, “but it’s ALL just too good! Can we talk? I’ll get the sodas while you get the chairs, and we’ll talk here beside the creek.”

“Okay, David. We’re sittin'. Now spill the beans! I’m all ears!”

We humans’ optical receivers can’t compare to the dragonfly who has approximately 30,000 itty bitty optical units. It’s highly likely that dragonfly isn’t hovering over the creek seen by you and me. Dragonflies sense their world around them from within their sensibilities; we see dragonflies within ours.

What do you imagine would happen if that dragonfly puts our level of consciousness into itself? That pretty little fly-about would likely perish in half an hour! It would’ve been shocked breathless after the collapse of its colorful world into a newly splintered awareness.

It’s been common to negate the suggestion that (the physical) Universe and any earthly beings other than humans are conscious or have sensibilities. What’s far easier for industrialized citizens is to stuff nature and Universe into a bottle, and examine either within the safety of humans’ five senses. As we shout from the baseball field on behalf of people groomed by the Industrial Age, “Steeehriiieek ONE!”

As scientists keep noticing the physical universe is unfolding itself to them, little by little projecting intuitive abilities onto nature is admissible. In traditional circles, projection is a really good idea when scientists want to ditch the social life and sink perfectly sound reputations.

Believe for a minute that other species, beings, et al., are seeing us, feeling us, and evaluating humans’ behaviors; they have, and are, and will out of their consciousness peculiar to their worlds. Again, let’s shout from a ballpark on behalf of humans’ reckless habits in nature, “Steeehriiieek TWO!”

Muse the strikingly different symphonies of compassionate awarenesses within every single living being on Planet Earth. Every type of fish, every type of mammal, every type of bird, insect, worm — all species are ringing out myriad upon myriad symphonies of consciousness that only that species can celebrate in their particular communities!

Let’s applaud the symphonies playing harmoniously, swirling around and within all beings! Universal symphonies of interconnected color, depth perception, awareness, empathic richness, and invisible harmonics are being observed by the elegance of mathematics. Considering Planet Earth’s states of affairs, citizenries grimace at governments’ dissonance, which jars our sensibilities of fascinating, striking symphonies of beauty. On behalf of all crafty sovereignties, “Steeehriiieek THREE!”

After breathing the air of cosmology, we return our feet to the groundedness of ‘Where are we, and what in the WORLD are we about?’ In our comings and goings, we fickle Earthlings still behave with our one magnificently vibrant characteristic: Gawking.

The Only Reason

Consider the only reason for Earthlings’ existence is to gawk. It’s what we do best — we just forgot! When we think about it, we gawk at everything, and buy things or build things or find things or sense things to gawk at. Let’s get reminded, again, to stand amazed in our own presence! Be dazzled that we can…

feel, hear, see
smell, taste
sing opera
play musical
instruments
procreate
jump, read
comprehend
hammer nails
scribble, type
dance, play act
do mathematics
handle telescopes
and microscopes
sit up straight, slump
sleep, awaken, breathe
weep, laugh, pretend
lose our balance
and fall over
be fickle
playful

We are magnificent, and as loveable
as huggable teddy bears!

Earthlings were birthed from Earth; we are actually geological formations. We were likely the first known species who possessed the tendency to obsessively behold ourselves — our innate stupefaction cannot be matched nor out done!

Earthlings’ sense of satisfaction (while at best only marginally consciousness) set in when we realized we could snicker, sniggle, talk, and walk; hear drum beats and dance at the same time around something newly discovered — fire; we hooligans discovered we could paint characters on walls of caves and other peoples’ tombs; we discovered seeds that grew flowers and trees; we gawked at the planet upon which we roamed as well as beheld the sun, moon, and stars as guardians; we deified swells of superstitions. We built bridges, tunnels, pyramids, coliseums, cathedrals, skyscrapers, and spaceships to gawk at. And, we’ve not stopped yet!

Here are more things to gawk at. It takes four to five billion tons of hydrogen every second from the sun to supply Earth’s diet for life. Four to five billion tons are only one billionth of what the sun produces every second. We novices can’t even imagine the colossal exquisite explosions that must occur to disburse hydrogen in space.

Without Universe’s turbulent nature of exploding stars, there would be no sun nor Earth. If the size of Earth had been smaller or larger than itself, there’s no telling how creation would have appeared out of delicate infinitesimal arrangements of energies: You and I, as we know humans, may not have been created at all.

Ponder the 13 billion years that finally swept humans into beingness to discover we are a mere apostrophe in all of creation; an apostrophe as magnificent as our geological relatives: plants, insects, worms, reptiles… You get the idea.

Earth’s thin crust upon which we live is what an apple’s skin is to the apple. Another way to vision our semi-liquid planet’s constant destruction and violence is to warm some milk, and then watch the quivering skim that lies atop the heated milk. The skim part is the same as raft-like continents floating above humongous, turbulent, boiling dynamos generating among other things, gravity.

As indigenous peoples have done, industrial aged people may again remember the only reason for existence is gawking!

We may remember to dance, sing, and tell stories of the exquisite Earth out of which we were birthed. Then, we won’t be surprised when nature bats last:
The sun has always had sanction to rule.