Danger

There is a danger in seeing things as they really. There is a real danger that, piece by piece, I might dismantle the culture surrounding me. There is a danger that, if I see the world as it really is, I might ignore, maybe even destroy all the limiting constraints that would otherwise confine me.

The fabric of a self-perpetuating society has covered and attempted to disguise the naked reality of the world. For its own purposes, my culture has altered the appearance of many things so that is hard for me to see things as they really are. All the human-made fabrications and alterations attempt to obscure the natural beauty of what exists without human intervention. There is a danger that I might fling aside these self-glorifying enhancements and embrace the naked realities.

Humans have built temples to a reflection of themselves and called them holy. The temples themselves have become cultural objects of adulation, and have directed the gaze of their acolytes to an imagined universe. All the while, the real universe has been underfoot and ignored. There is a danger that the temples will crumble and become insignificant as I direct my attention more to what is truly real. There is a danger that the edifice and walls of human culture will dissolve.

There was a time when humans had a deeper sense of realty and were engaged with the sacred world in which they lived. Religion itself, as it has developed in the last several millennia, has directed attention elsewhere from the vibrant reality in which I now choose to live. Cultures have projected images of themselves, real or imagined, and declared those reflections real. All the while, cultures have lost touch with the real world they left behind or ignored.

There is a danger for me in seeking what is real. There is a danger that the aspects of culture I carefully dismantle will leave me with little surrounding support.

Perhaps at that time, I will simply walk in my garden. Perhaps that will be enough and the danger will pass. I will walk through what I truly sense as real. Perhaps, there will be companions to walk with me. Perhaps the danger may not be so threatening after all.