Ah, the illusion of hierarchy. There is no high, nor any low. There really is no superior or inferior. Are they really holding us down, or are we holding them up? Or both? Irrelevant.
No two petals of the lotus are exactly the same. Some are closer to the middle, others on the outside, some larger, some smaller, yet they are all precisely where they should be (or more accurately, they are where they are) and the flower is whole.
There is no truth. No concrete truth anyways, just observations which are inevitably observed from a perspective. I am interested in all perspectives. I feel that I am a chameleon of the mind. As I eliminate the self I can comfortably 'wear' the perspectives of others, sliding effortlessly between paradigms as they suit me.
'Truth' is a collective hallucination. I exist in it's shadow.
No two petals of the lotus are exactly the same. Some are closer to the middle, others on the outside, some larger, some smaller, yet they are all precisely where they should be (or more accurately, they are where they are) and the flower is whole.
There is no truth. No concrete truth anyways, just observations which are inevitably observed from a perspective. I am interested in all perspectives. I feel that I am a chameleon of the mind. As I eliminate the self I can comfortably 'wear' the perspectives of others, sliding effortlessly between paradigms as they suit me.
'Truth' is a collective hallucination. I exist in it's shadow.