In order to hate, in order to feel superior to others, in order to exist without much compassion, one must look with (and “as”) limitation. Such limitation also, in such a person, must (by necessity) also exist in a multitude of other forms. Fear and greed would likely also manifest in (and “as”) such a person. When one is full of fear, for example, one actually is that fear; one is not something separate from what that fear is. When one hates, for example, one actually is hate; one is not something magically separate from what hate is. To exist as conditioned hate requires a lot of conditioning based on limitation. Learned conceptual borders, boundaries, lines of demarcation, and division (all based on circumscribed limitations) feed and manifest as that hate. Without them hate would not exist. Interestingly, such a conditioned mind would see hate as something that it has — not as something that it is — for that “having” would reflect even more separation and division; it would reflect even more components of limitation. The wise mind is not entrapped in such realms of conditioning and limitation. The wise mind is free from profound limitations and is not stuck in (and “as”) stale, dull, learned, dead, conditioned conclusions, and circumscribed perspectives.
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This is a nice mushroom find Tom – the rocks in the background look almost like sponges. It is Morel mushroom season here in Michigan. If I paid attention to only my father, I would have grown up with much hate in my heart. My mother, on the other hand, a gentle soul, had a better outlook on life and toward others, despite all the horrible things that she endured medically and with the male figures in her life.
Well, Linda, i’m sure that you saw through the gross conditioning and limitation of your father and became more like your caring, wonderful, and gentle mother. My father too, was hard, cruel, and hateful. He was a great example of what not to be. I’m sorry that your mother had to suffer medically. My deceased wife suffered a lot medically, and she too was a gentle, compassionate, and caring soul.
Morel mushrooms seem interesting. I wonder how they taste?
Well, thank goodness neither you nor I turned out like our fathers Tom. You and I watched our loved ones suffer medically, yet they both kept a stiff upper lip and were kind and caring souls. We are both better people for living with them.
I have never tried Morel mushrooms, but one of the attorneys in the law firm where I worked was very much involved in collecting them and preparing them. He lived in Ann Arbor and belonged to a group that went out looking for them every Spring. They are unusual looking and only in season for a few months.
Very interesting about the morel mushrooms. I would not risk getting ticks in the woods for the possibility of obtaining some edible mushrooms. (The photo of the mushrooms was taken in my tick-free yard.)
You’ve really given much to chew on, Tom. That’s a gorgeous image of that mushroom!