About the One

I currently listen to an online course on religious symbolism. In the last lecture about the symbolism of time and space, there was the following thought. Ancient people didn't separate time from space, it was one thing - the universe. As well as they didn't separate the visible world from the invisible. For example, in ancient Egypt there were three worlds: visible tangible, visible intangible, and invisible, but they all were united and inseparable from each other.

Then I've got a thought. It is said in the lecture that this is a feature of ancient people. In the course, it was also mentioned that people of different religions have something in common – craving for unity with the Beginning. It turns out that in this religious people are closer to the ancient. And there is a quite widespread thought (presented even in some branches of Buddhism), that humanity gradually loses this knowledge/feeling.

So, my thought is that it turns out that we have a way from the united to the separated. And the further we go, the more everything is divided. Why? Probably, the thing is in cognition and in the specifics of how people learn things. That is: people described something, studied it, learned, set boundaries to it, defined the key features, gave a name to it – and by that they distinguished it, and separated from the rest. In such a way people separated different sciences, distinguished different chemical elements, gave different names to music styles, etc. People have this tendency to distinguish, give names, categorize. And in this we get the way further and further away from the One.

Mythos and logos

The mighty ones spoke. Inscrutable they were - so mighty. With the voice, which vibrations caused floods and eruptions of volcanoes, they told and guided. People listened. Harked. Revered. Then people tried to echo the mighty ones - they realized that it wouldn't be perfect, but tried to imitate. Sometimes it worked out well. And five of them thought: "Let us strive even better, so that our voice becomes like that of the mighty ones". And fifty thousand thought: "We are doing great!" And the fifty thousand drowned those five. Then they forgot about the mighty ones - so intently they looked at themselves, so intently listened to themselves. Then they forgot about imitation as well - considered the mighty ones a lie, decided to bow to the voice that got petty: shallowness instead of floods, and only hatred erupted. Why, why do they need the voice?

October

October. The month of strength. The month of contact. The month when doors are opening. When our world steadily fades into the background, giving the floor to the other world. At the end, the peak. Be wakeful. For the dead speak. When leaves fall, the voices of ghosts resurge. And it becomes particularly calm, particularly deep, oblivious. Quiet. As their voice is as loud as the sound of that falling leaf. The time of unity with the otherworldly.