Truth Is Always Staring Us Right In The Face
Why is nature so important for us?
Nature serves as a mirror within which to see ourselves. It reminds us of our true nature, of what is actually “real” and not a product of thought. Its stillness is a gentile reminder of our own inner stillness, and it’s beauty a reminder of our own inner beauty, the stillness and beauty of just existence itself. That we are, that we exist is all that is required for the validation that we belong.
I’d like to take a moment to specifically direct the reader’s attention to the image associated with this article in order to point something out about it as it is quite “intentional”. I would like to point out how the lake is mirroring the reflection of the trees and the sky. To me this was a beautiful example of the duality of all of creation, where creation itself was actively reminding me of this.
It was reminding me of how everything that exists, does so as a pair of opposites. More specifically, of how the nature of thought itself is naturally based on reflection and division. Thought is meant to reflect as well. It’s meant to reflect what actually “is” in the same way that this lake is reflecting the actual existence of the forest around it. And in this way, both function as the reflection of truth.
However, it is also a reminder of how deeply engulfed humanity presently is in the unawareness of this truth. How much of a deep, dark chasm we have been, and continue to remain in due to our unawareness of the true properties, characteristics, and qualities of thought. We have built our entire civilization while in this darkness, and we continue to live out our days on this god-forsaken planet completely experiencing through thought. We continue to struggle with crisis after crisis that only seem to be multiplying day after day. The two words I keep hearing over and over again are “systemic” and “crisis”. Indeed humanity is one big “systemic crisis” just ask all the other non-human inhabitants of this planet.
To realize that we are destroying our mother and the reminder of our own true nature is truly a dark prospect indeed. Here is yet another way in which nature is serving as our mirror. As like with any good mirror, mother nature is accurately reflecting our own present image, and the way in which we are treating her, back to us in the form of her scared, charred, poisoned, polluted, destabilized, and dying ecosystems.
We have been, and continue to be brutal, violent, hateful, exploitive, murderous, dictatorial, genocidal, arrogant, greedy, acquisitive, insensitive, uncaring, fearful, anxious, depressed, and suicidal. We are like a plague on this planet. We are like a cancer on this planet taking, and taking, and taking, and taking and leaving a trail of destruction and devastation in our wake and somehow we think we’re the best thing since sliced bread.
We are so deep within the fog of thought, that we know nothing but the utter darkness of this fog and we have grown accustomed to it. We have become so accustomed to this fog that we don’t even think to question if there is any other way of living. Indeed it is has been all we’ve ever known. We are like a person that’s been blind from birth who’s only been able to live on crumbs and scraps while in the midst of a grand banquet all around us. We are constantly surrounded by the tremendous beauty and bounty of mother nature and truth itself, but we’ve managed to dull, bludgeon, and trample upon her in our blind and indolent stupor.
I have but one wish in this life… that all of humanity may “wake up” out of this stupor before it’s too late.
What is required for this?
That ability to suspend the looking, experiencing, and living through thought. To be open to exploration in a “scientific” fashion. To allow the rationality and logic resulting from observation to govern, and not what one “thinks”.
One must allow oneself the complete and total inner freedom to look at what has always been just staring us right in the face.
J. Krishnamurti — Unless you radically change now the future is what you are now
J. Krishnamurti — What place has thought in the movement of desire?