What is the transition between things as they are (with objects, molecular structures; with thoughts, bio-chemical reactions?) and things as they seem (happiness, joy, love, anger)?
I sit in a parking lot and see all these things. None made with anything but self-interest (perhaps). And yet, the things provide pleasure, opportunities for human interaction, joy, and sometimes negative emotions.
I have a couple of yogurt cartons on my desk filled with random objects (pliers, tweezers, knife, emery board, etc.) In one sense, these are just structures. And in another sense, they are dancers creating form, movement, and emotion.
At the moment of conception a life starts (maybe). We sense that was the beginning of "I." And yet what is the connection between I and the physical organism?
These are the questions I have that put me in a quandary. How can the two intertwined worlds coexist without any apparent connection to each other?
Tonight I heard that when the hands join in gassho it symbolizes the bringing together of the different parts of the body.
Maybe it is the delusion that things are what they seem that keeps us sane?
You put dumb old words on a piece of paper and you might have a "knock-out" poem. Where did the beauty come from?