Sri Aurobindu: Evolution

[Guest guest]

Sri Aurobindo's book " The Problem of Rebirth " . The interpretation of

the Eastern teachings in light of evolution p.14:

 

Human thought in the generality of men is no more than a rough and

crude acceptance of unexamined ideas. Our mind is a sleepy or careless

sentry and allows anything to pass the gates which seems to it

decently garbed or wears a plausible appearance or can mumble anything

that resembles some familiar password. Especially is this so in subtle

matters, those remote from the concrete facts of our physical life and

environment. Even men who will reason carefully and acutely in

ordinary matters and there consider vigilance against error an

intellectual or a practical duty, are yet content with the more

careless stumbling when they get upon higher and more difficult

ground. Where precision and subtle thinking are most needed, there

they are most impatient of it and averse to the labor demanded of

them. Men can manage fine thought about palpable things, but to think

subtly about the subtle is too great a strain on the grossness of our

intellects; so we are content with making a dab at the truth, like the

painter who threw his brush at his picture when he could not get the

effect that he desired. We mistake the smudge that results for the

perfect form of a verity.

 

I'll be back soon, Warm regards, Lonny

[Guest guest]

 When we can see what a personal beauty or mess at times our lives become, we

wonder, who understands all this stuff, what have I learned? People are born and

die. Who do we turn to.  Somebody from a foreign land? From a long ago time?

Sisters or brothers. We reach outside of our own culture, to find a way to heal

our culture, our lives, the whole world.

 I don't know you Lonny, or your writings, or anything. I'm not taking sides.

The only thing that communicates us is this acupuncture forum. But that is good

in itself.

 I don't know much, but want to say something I guess. There was a discussion of

liver function, shi xie,  a while ago, and most of us are parents. We've seen

our 'growth',  Sri Aurobindu, is speaking, calling outside of his culture too.

Outside of a love. Mom, Dad.

 I think you have something very special like all of us. Ohia, Mexico city,

phoenix, china,

 I go out my door, and everyone I see has the opportunity to see big. But they

often don't. The heart is sad, the life is beaten out of them. They experience

everything I do, but, they never experienced all they can be. I don't mean the

army. I'm talking about life changing stuff buddy.

 This isn't directed at you specifically. I don't know you, or you me. I've had

people say they would rather look at thier own grave, than thier love.

 I should shut up, keep doing what yer doin. I never say what  I really want to.

fuck

 

 

--- On Sat, 2/14/09, sppdestiny <Revolution wrote:

sppdestiny <Revolution

Sri Aurobindu: Evolution

Chinese Medicine

Saturday, February 14, 2009, 10:09 PM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sri Aurobindo's book " The Problem of Rebirth " . The interpretation of

 

the Eastern teachings in light of evolution p.14:

 

 

 

Human thought in the generality of men is no more than a rough and

 

crude acceptance of unexamined ideas. Our mind is a sleepy or careless

 

sentry and allows anything to pass the gates which seems to it

 

decently garbed or wears a plausible appearance or can mumble anything

 

that resembles some familiar password. Especially is this so in subtle

 

matters, those remote from the concrete facts of our physical life and

 

environment. Even men who will reason carefully and acutely in

 

ordinary matters and there consider vigilance against error an

 

intellectual or a practical duty, are yet content with the more

 

careless stumbling when they get upon higher and more difficult

 

ground. Where precision and subtle thinking are most needed, there

 

they are most impatient of it and averse to the labor demanded of

 

them. Men can manage fine thought about palpable things, but to think

 

subtly about the subtle is too great a strain on the grossness of our

 

intellects; so we are content with making a dab at the truth, like the

 

painter who threw his brush at his picture when he could not get the

 

effect that he desired. We mistake the smudge that results for the

 

perfect form of a verity.

 

 

 

I'll be back soon, Warm regards, Lonny