The mind of man conceptually separates and names its perceptual input.
It then dds human qualities to its named objects.
A ship is thought to be a female and hurricanes used to be males.
I took French in college but I can’t remember what sex a chair is.
When storms reach a certain level of intensity, they become angry.
“Mother nature” is an overlay that comforts some and scares others.
Rivers and mountains are populated by spirits.
The human mind scans its objectified reality for omens to help predict its own future.
It feels helpless in its confusing pseudo-reality and creates gods and goddesses to govern and make sense of its
magical make-believe world.
All of that smothers the pristine edgelessness that awareness could be privy to under a soggy blanket of acquired assumptions.
The objectifying mind is the belief that it already knows what is going on.
It knows nothing simply because there are no separate things to know and no knower to know them.
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