Watching the World Go By

I re-experience so clearly my early childhood awe and wonder at the glory of experience and the wonder of being able to experience at all, let alone with all these senses. What must a rock experience, I wondered. And then to be confused by my experience--shocking, painful-of others. And ultimately to realize that my perception of a diminished world was as if I had become that pain giving other. Monkey see, monkey do. Monkey feel, monkey become. We became what we beheld.

And in childhood, I somehow imagined that Oriental wisdom must be profound. Where this thought came from, I haven't a clue. But the beholder of what we beheld must figure in.

Teaching by example is the only way. Learning is another matter.