Love and Beauty are Interventions of Reality

The quest to ascertain whether consciousness is unlimited, or whether being is shared, is akin to someone wearing orange-tinted glasses scouring the world for white snow. The best they can say is, 'I don't find white snow anywhere in my experience; it doesn't prove it doesn't exist, but I have no evidence that it does.' Similarly, a mind probing the bounds of consciousness concludes, 'I find nothing in my experience suggesting consciousness is unlimited or being is shared.' Seeking these answers, within or through the mind, is futile. The mind, because of its limitations, cannot know consciousness as it is. Consciousness doesn't understand limitations; it knows only itself. It doesn't comprehend birth or death, nor does it know the world as an external entity. Consciousness is the world, an expression of pure love and beauty. Love and beauty emerge when consciousness refracts through the mind. These experiences are glimpses of reality, the taste of being.

The quest to ascertain whether consciousness is unlimited, or whether being is shared, is akin to someone wearing orange-tinted glasses scouring the world for white snow. The best they can say is, 'I don't find white snow anywhere in my experience; it doesn't prove it doesn't exist, but I have no evidence that it does.' Similarly, a mind probing the bounds of consciousness concludes, 'I find nothing in my experience suggesting consciousness is unlimited or being is shared.' Seeking these answers, within or through the mind, is futile. The mind, because of its limitations, cannot know consciousness as it is. Consciousness doesn't understand limitations; it knows only itself. It doesn't comprehend birth or death, nor does it know the world as an external entity. Consciousness is the world, an expression of pure love and beauty. Love and beauty emerge when consciousness refracts through the mind. These experiences are glimpses of reality, the taste of being.