The Cloud of Unknowing “We are thoughtless in our seeming thoughtfulness” - Krishnamurti
I believed, thinking was extraordinarily important; but is it? It has importance to a certain importance, but my thoughts cannot find that which is not a product of my own thoughts. I can only think out of my current topsoil of thoughts. Thought is a result of the known, therefore it cannot fathom the unknown, the unknowable. I am not referring to the thought of a scientist working in a lab, or the thought of an absorbed mathematician, but about the thoughts that consume my waking existence in everyday life. To survive I am forced to think. Thinking is a process of survival, which is desire and ever as self-enclosing conditioning. Whether I think of the others, myself, the universe or God, all my thinking is limited, and conditions? My thoughts are a response to what has been, the response of memory - tradition, experience and my reaction to any new experience is the outcome of the past, so experience is always strengthening the past. New experience can only come out of the cloud of Unknowing and that is not from mind, but through intuitive embodied sensation. Being a produce of the known, thought can never experience the unknown, being the result of time, it can never understand the timeless, the eternal. Thought must cease for the real to be.
I am so afraid to wander from what I think I have, that I never go into the nature of existence very deeply. I look on the surface of myself and repeat the words and abstractions of others that have very little significance, and hence I remain shallowly nickel-and-dime.
I shall learn!