Honang Cao Hai,
I read your essay and I do not have criticism of your effort in contributing to our understanding of our common condition. I find the essay format to be too confining for an expressive communication and I'm going to include several poems as my further attempt to communicate my understanding of our sensory attachment to a common brain.
There is no language needed
All that is known
Can be described
With a continually expanding
Finite series
Of two simple states
On and off
Or back to one and zero
And when conceptually inflated
With existence and non existence
We can describe the universe
Its beginning, present and future
All because we understand the difference
Between one and zero
Confining space and time
With infinity
Perhaps our own condition
From the simple fact
That it could or could not be
And that magnitude
Is significant
Because
It allows
Infinite attempts
Is it possible
That all there is
Occurs
Magically
The answer of course
Is still contained
Between the ever expanding awareness
Of the evolving difference
Between one
And zero
Is potential real
Is there actually something
That is attached
Something sensed in reality
That describes
Both
The magnitude
And the significance
That measures all
That existence can be
And in retrospect
All that it could have been
All things the same
All things opposite
And all of the possible paths between
Something
Like a sky
An ocean
A desert
Or a beach
Yes
There is a measure
In reality
That is both
The glass
And the wine
All objects
Are contained within
And escaping
The simple
But infinite
Dimensions
Of
Space
How is it that we are convinced
That everything is balanced
Sitting perfectly pitched
Geometrically secure
Like a rock
Poised in silence
What about living things that think...like us
We push and shove and tug
We run
We dance
We tear foreign flesh
With sharp and jagged teeth
We even pour chemicals
On everything
We wish were dead
Because they were
Some sort of irritant
And we curse the predicted weather
When it slips
An hour or a week
Where's the struggle
And the awareness of it
Meaningless
Because harmony contains
And ignores
The majority of things
It's in the magnitude of the mass
That's tossed carelessly
At the wall
Some will stick
Some will bounce
And some will fall
Maintaining our perception of balance
It's the reason explaining
Why a chair can swallow
And while sitting there
We still feel comfortable
In truth
The mindful eye
Is best served
With the straight forward stare
Of a learning observer
And not the fearful
Sideways glance
Of a defending believer
Note
An observation of truth
Does not require a single word
From any human language
While a defense of faith
Fills Holy books
And in turn
Endless volumes of interpretations
Will faith itself
Disappear
With the loss of a language
Or
Isn't faith equated to truth
And therefore
Not in need of a single word
To establish its existence
And if founded as equal to truth
Isn't faith simply the courage to reexamine, modify and
expand a belief
With a truthful awareness
That itself continues to expand
And if faith remains equal to truth
It will have to continue to accept
The need to change
And keep a balanced equation
Each time a more precise observation
Results in a more accurate and truthful advancem
Irvon