In my prior post, i delved into the likeliness that — psychologically — the perceiver is not truly separate from the perceived. Most people do not realize that their perceptions are not truly separate from what constitutes their consciousness and existence. Many people might argue and say, “Oh, no, I am so much more than my perceptions.” But take away your perceptions, your experiences, your observations, the robotic labeling of things, the conditioned judgments about the things seen… and then what are you? In actuality, you basically are these things and without them you are nothing. Most people are very afraid to be nothing; they “think” that their sense of self is necessary for security and for eternal prosperity. They do not realize that a mind of sweet, psychological nothingness is what security and eternity actually are. And people who are afraid to be nothing do not really understand meditation (though they may often talk about it and “think” that they practice it). (It might be prudent to read my post that is prior to this one.) In the following clever poem, Whitman insightfully talks about people as if they are the things in their lives that they deal with.

Excerpt from A Song for Occupations by Walt Whitman:

When the psalm sings instead of the singer,

When the script preaches instead of the preacher,

When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that
carved the supporting desk,

When I can touch the body of books by night or by day, and
when they touch my body back again,

When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and
child convince,

When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman’s
daughter,

When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly
companions,

I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as
I do of men and women like you.