I spilled tea on my computer about a week ago exposing the light beneath the screen, the tiny dots that make up the images I see in uniformity. After the obvious consternation that my computer might never be the same again, I began to think about the both the science behind the display, and that lead me to thoughts (during meditation) about the much more complex pixilation that forms what we call reality. These tiny bits of moving particles that seem so concrete in form, yet can be exposed with the right instrumentation to be as elusive as thought. Thought and form. Very Buddhist conceptions. The instrumentation in this relational process, of course, being mind, tying together thought, form and observation of phenomena into a crystallized now.
Trying to actively suspend storytelling has been really hard these last few days.
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