[MD] Posting in Dynamic Quality Format: The Unity of Quality

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“How is it”, he asked, “that you say Quality is a single thing, yet we
have Quality that interacts with Quality, through Quality?”  I sat and
listened to the elaboration of questions that was erupting from with
the way I had said things in the last three minutes.  My eyes darted
around the room, as eyes are built to do, and I marveled at all the
things I was creating in the dark of the skull, deep within the visual
cortex at the back of my brain.  The light coming through my eyes was
being filtered into meaningful representations, and I glorified in it.
 But my ears remained focused, for that is what ears do.  They were
not flitting about trying to translate all the input that they could
have been decoding.  They were not hunting, but just being aware.
Yes, the ears, the easiest way to meditation.  The ears which can hold
a single sound and dissect it into the myriad of complex substructures
that embody it, going inward in fractal nature to the infinitely
recursive ground.

As I listened, I knew that this would not be easy.  There was so much
that had been accepted as True through the ever-present educational
process that allows us to co-exist as a community of humanity.  This
ever-increasing increasing complexity of subdividing and naming, so as
to have more to talk about, was bewitching with its pretense of
finding reality rather than creating it.

He left to answer the phone, and I moved outside to the Lanai to
contemplate the ocean.  Each wave appeared independent, yet they were
all connected through the deep.  A wave within my vision was directly
responsible to a wave a hundred miles away.  They were temporary and
beautiful, each with its expressive personality.  Flashing through my
mind, mostly unbeknownst to my attentive consciousness, were ideas and
arguments to provide me with the necessary rhetoric.  I sat and waited
for it to present itself as a path forward in this metaphysics, and
listened to the temporary and contingent sound of the water greeting
the shore.

He was different.  He really wanted to understand my awareness rather
than to egotistically protect his own view and not collaborate in
Meaning.  We had come a ways in the basics in this venture, and now we
were approaching the overarching Reality of Quality.  Sure,
interacting with things through their qualities and ours made sense to
him.  He had done some reading and was aware of concepts, such as the
Hindu Maya.  It was converting Brahman to the Western Quality that we
were discussing.  It was explaining the ethical nature of the universe
that we partake in, and support, through our own simple tools such as
being kind and truthful.  Many welcome these tools as they are
presented, others consider them to be purely psychological and
man-made.

As usual, I was learning more than he was about the subject as I
presented it.  I had been including sudden insight derived from the
ever-active doodling that the subconscious is built for, into the
conversation in real time, as it was presented to me.  So often I went
too fast and presented ideas that were not well thought out, these
paths of revelation that took too many jumps and were more misleading
than useful.  There were always too many contradictions for those who
rely on the simple building logic they had learned in school.  I
needed to fill in those gaps with rhetoric that would smoothen the
ride.  Some like the rollercoaster others prefer the train ride.  He
was definitely into getting there the methodological way, with breaks
at each station.

How was it, that I could convert into Western Logic what I knew with
my whole being.  How would I help him form a foundation that he could
stand on to understand what I saw, and not be changed.  Others,
without such foundation had sunk deep into the quicksand of relativity
without the Sacred Ground of existence.  My ideas, just a fancy of the
mind?;  well, that was relativism speaking.  Each conceptual reality
is created with the tools at one’s disposal?; well, that was
materialism speaking.

How would I exploit materialist tools to bridge a gap to that which
cannot be measured?; how indeed.  What analogy or metaphor or story
would I end up using to bridge that gap?  Would he be afraid that once
he expanded his awareness by understanding mine, that he could not
come back?  Of course he could, it was simply being aware of what more
was there and then moving on with one's life.  It was indeed Nothing
Special as they say in Zen, nothing that could be apprehended with the
intellect, or taught.  It was a finger pointing towards the sea.  The
point was to stop giving the intellect so much credit, to stop living
as if words were more than a tool for communication.  To stop thinking
that one’s thinking was the sum total of one's soul, and only relate
to that outside through words.

To try to integrate the Unity of Quality through its Western
description of interaction by inherent objects, was the challenge once
again.  “As above, So below” I muttered to myself.  He came out, and
said: “Let’s go swimming”.  I welcomed this stop at a station since my
brain was not giving up much useful for me right now.  “Good idea”, I
said, and we walked over the sand to play with the Mother of all
things.