Hahahahahha.... This whole thread :chuckle: I suspect the only one who can really understand what is being said in any given post is the one who wrote it. I enjoy it though. I love trying to decode it all.
The non-conceptual is not meant for words or understanding. It can be known. But it can not be understood. It can be expressed. But it can not be explained. This is the realm of mythology and poetry, music, dance, and other artforms, the spoken word and education can be an artform, but is extremely rare for someone to master.
The one who knows does not care to speak about it. The one who is ever ready to speak about it, knows it not. -Some dead asian.
This must be taken with a grain of salt, but still.
I am not sure why. But it made me think of this absolutely gorgeous piece of music I hadn't heard in ages. It was a favourite when I was in high school:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yehccI-tfs0
Edit: I understand why I thought of that song now. It's a psalm, so a praise to God, but you can't understand a single word being said, I can tell by the messed up accent or tonality that it's probably eastern norwegian dialect, but I can't make out any words... This is also why Beach House is one of my favourite bands, but I never read their lyrics, even though I have them printed on the record cover. I prefer to not know what is being said.
Also: the quote was Lao Tzu.
Edit 2: Holy shit: Revisiting Shinings album Black Jazz, this is the most evil music! All shadow! :mwahaha: I don't understand how we were able to get high and blast Black Jazz day after day without loosing it completely(or more than we did:muffin:). Don't listen to any shining released after Black Jazz though. It sucks. Black Jazz is dark, the albums before it are much easier listening though all have some heavier elements at times: In the kingdom of kitch is jazzy and delightful. Grindstone adds a lot of classical elements. Both are incredible albums as a whole. Reccomended songs: Asa Nisi Masa, Fight Dusk with Dawn, The Red Room, Romani, Goretex weather report(warning, this one gets stuck in your head), Fisheye, Exit sun, Omen.
Edit 3: I had a lucid dream that is relevant tonight so I might as well share since I'm already rambling. I was at my parents place already lucid. My dog was there, we have a new dog that looks a lot like our old one which passed. I realized that this was our old dog that I grew up with. She visits me in dreams at times. We talked as we often do. I remember asking her if she could drop by our new dogs dream and teach her some manners.
Then she did her signature low key bark and I knew somebody was at the door. It was her best friend, the dog next door Maya, but smaller. They went inside together. Those two were both perfect dogs and could be trusted to be outside by themselves, so they visited each other all the time. Maya is old now and will probably die soon, she was really sad after our dog died... so it was a bit symbolic of that.
I heard a sound outside and decided to investigate. It was just some birds in a bush. I went into the garden and decided to try and enter "the non-dual perspective" completely. I don't do that much in LD's, don't know why. I did that as I walked through the beautiful summer garden where I grew up. The whole feeling of the dream changed drastically, and among other things I suddenly I felt EXTREMELY powerful, as if I had completely taken the shape of my dream. It was unlike anything I have ever felt in a lucid dream. I normally have good dream control and can do a lot of fancy stuff, but this was completely different. I took of flying but with a level of effortlessness, proficiency and clarity that I have never experienced before. As I flew I took of my glasses and the world became more detailed. It didn't last long but it was fascinating. I had slept in and woken up many times so far, which seems to reduce the stability of my dreams. So I had a false awakening that I checked after a while, but my lucidity had faded a lot and I woke up soon after.
When I wrote my journal I remembered that the dogs name Maya is the sanskrit word for "world illusion" or something along those lines. Thought it was a very fitting little detail.
Edit 4: Oh and shit! I became an uncle last night! First time. My sister got a litte daughter called Anna :D