Life’s passage depends very much on our outlook, the vision we hold of our place in the world and the way we use our non-conscious minds. Our health is an integral component of passage.
The Paradox of Vision
The mental processes associated with human vision are fascinating, even paradoxical. Possibly this is why the literal meaning of vision extends beyond optical detection into the realm of perception. It is a mental process. We do not see a panorama before us. Our brain collects information and processes it nonconsciously, but we do not perceive the full detail. The same is true of all sensory inputs. So we react selectively to a whole litany of messages from the outside world…and equally so to the signals coming to our brain from within.
The interesting thing about vision is its compulsiveness. If we have a deeply rooted objective, then wherever we look our vision stares back at us, goading our very souls onward. The more forcefully we try to see, the more blind we become – we are beholden to our vision.
So we seek the help of others. We look for helpful faces in the crowd, seeking those with the broadest smiles and the most endearing eyes. We demand their entire beings to dance with beauty surpassing what we see in those charming eyes. Truly, what is it we see there? A reflection of our own making! No more and no less.
The world is full of things we do not wish to see; that we will not see. Until one day we are ready to begin noticing them; to admit their existence. Wow, we are amazed that we ever saw anything real in the streetscape of vacant eyes and apparitions. Those things once so immediate are now mere wispy ghosts retreating in disinterest just as quickly as they arose when we offered them hope of false reality.
There is no progress without vision, but hope alone can see beyond the horizons. Leadership gives focus to excitement drawing upon fuel squeezed from the depths of need. Yet its support always blossoms magnificent in self-interest – ever quick to step aside and let all real weight by. Wise counsel observes rising exuberance; ready to temper the gleam of greed which swells in those wide and empty eyes. Dedication, the rock upon which all achievement rests, is not sold on the street.