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People are hungry for a Theory of Everything, so here we
go ... This is one of the famous thirty-three! Imagine a saucer
of milk, for a cat. Except there's no milk in it, and you're the
saucer. It's your life. Now, no one gets out of this life alive,
so you can find your birth at one point on the edge of the saucer,
and your death at another point, its beginning and end very brutal
— The saucer goes round and round, and inside are your social
concerns — your notions of what's right and wrong, what's special
and ordinary, what's good and bad, and what's important or insignificant
... in short, the rules of your built-in superego, derived from
your parents' or early school teachers' values. Your cat is mostly
frozen, and your milk dried up. Let's call this a life of Dimension One.
Now outside the saucer is a Labyrinth of Stupidity & the Mundane,
running east and west (Dimension Two), and Loops of
Frozen Rage Scenarios & Delusions of Grandeur, running north
and south (Dimension Three). Gazing out from your saucer,
you can spot scattered instances of Stupidity and Delusions of Grandeur,
and plot them as points on the grid. All this seems flat and hollow,
on the face of it. So let us introduce Dimension Four,
whose Beauty sinks into the sea and whose Tension rises into the
clouds — an unseen Tension, an unseen Beauty — this Beauty
a code name for Truth. The instant you discover this inner direction
(which has nothing to do with good or bad, dogma or evil, social
compliance or murder!) your saucer scoops up milk from below, your
cat feeds from above, and you find yourself partaking in otherworldly
pleasures, both inside and out, and with any luck, a realization
— then full sensation — of simple joy. You don't have
to run all over the world to find it. It's inside you. (–Source:
taxi1010.com stargate88)
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