by William Salsman

Created on: December 23, 2008   Last Updated: December 31, 2008

The Perfect Self

Life is a unity of form and no-form, a perfect dance on the stage of existence. We all know what form is, but someone might ask how something can be without form, or how something can at the same time be no-thing. When all we have ever known are the physical and finite qualities of some thing or of some idea - it's shape, density or lack thereof, the colors, or the aroma, what it sounds like or how it activates our taste buds, or the way it appeals to our sense of self, then that which is composed of nothing at all can seem so nonsensical as to be almost pointless to talk about or to even contemplate.

During the course of a day our lives can seem so busy that we often find ourselves running into things, or trying to go around them, or beneath them and sometimes we seem to be pole vaulting or flying over things to get where we think it is so important for us to be. Life can even feel like a walk in the night through a deep forest. The deeper we go the more frightening it becomes. Even if we are enjoying the walk there is still that ominous feeling that something or someone is following us, though when we look around we do not see anything there.

That which appears to be somehow blocking the way of our progress can seem to have a life of it's own. It may not be just some huge boulder or some giant redwood rooted into the ground that we are trying to get to the other side of. It too, whatever it is that we have created it to be through the overlay on the lens of perception itself, can even appear to be moving along with us as though it were our shadow, or some mirrored image of ourselves that is seeking to obscure itself to keep us from ever knowing what it really is, which it thinks we are sure to find out if we can somehow manage to move right through it. It can feel threatened or afraid, just as we do when we are hard-pressed or stressing about what we ourselves are going to lose (or gain) if we cannot surmount the seeming emergency.

When logic is full and everything makes perfect sense on the level of the mind, or when things get so filled in as to seem that there is nothing else that can be included, that is when it all can often seem to be so illogical, because there is nothing there at that point on which to continue. The only options left are to either jump off into the void or to go back and do it all over again. When weve come to accept the void as a valid choice that is when the self that cannot be satiated finally dies. I say that as a

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