There is a vast, timeless sacredness that is beyond the illusory patterns of the world. It did not create this world and it rarely manifests itself to those in it. (The creation of the world or universe by a separate, calculating deity is a rather barbaric conceptualization inherited from our ancient forebearers.) This sacredness is ineffable; it is beyond words and the representation of words. (Most all words are symbols and are merely representations.) It is beyond the framework of time. All sequential patterns of words (and mental images) are time. What is merely caught in time cannot touch or approach the timeless. There is an innocence, a wholeness of mind, beyond thought/thinking, that can be open to a visitation of this timelessness, (and that can also involve insights that may be reflections from such timelessness). Theories and beliefs have nothing to do with it.
It can only visit you; you cannot visit (or approach it). The “you” (i.e., that learned image of a “central me”), anyway, cannot merely exist as the illusion that it is (for a likely communion with that timelessness to take place). Mankind, for the most part, being caught in rather vapid sequential symbols of thought/thinking, tends to go on suffering, go on in limitation and time.
That butterfly is SO much better than the spider!
Thank you, CC; i find them both very beautiful and amazing. 🙂
What a beauty!
I concur, Joke! 🙂
Yes! This is why I look forward to what you have to say!
Yes, thank you, Susan. It’s not so much about the butterfly! 🙂
Your words of course are meaningful and that butterfly in Fall colors is just exquisite. Shades of brown are my favorite colors – he is perfect.
Thank you, Linda! The picture was taken at our backyard by the river. No traveling was necessary. 🙂
It is a beautiful butterfly Tom – I must brush up on my butterflies to ID them, but I only see the same four or five common varieties (not that I am complaining about that as they have likely already gone).
Are your words and the image in this posting, representative of time or timelessness? Or, is there no relationship between the image and the words, whether in time or timelessness.
There is no intentional relationship, in this post, between the image and the words. In some of the postings, there is a relationship, but not in this one. No word or words could ever really adequately be representative of the timeless (or that ineffable energy) or whatever one tries to call it since it is so beyond fragmentary words and mere mental images. 🙂 I feel like a fool every time i clumsily try to mention it.
Gorgeous, Tom!
Pretty butterfly