If we could be clear...

if we could be clear about the nature of disorder, then perhaps in that clarity, there would be immense, absolutely intelligent and creative order.

When it comes to human misery, confusion , and the conflicting, violent, destructive movements which occur of that, if you look, you will see that it all has a similar and singular origin.

At any "level", and in any situation, like a flower growing, living, a human would so grow and live: absolutely orderly, free of struggle or strife.

BUT one thing impedes such living... the tendency for imagery, for memory to surge forth AS REALITY, and as each memory is separate in each brain, there is this phenomenon of "the personal." See? .... memory, construct in the brain has somehow become more important than "what is"... you see? Memory has refused to take its place as the past, as mere ashes, and as it claims the brain as "me", there is conflict with the fact, the ceaseless demand of the present. And rather than living in the fact, the brain is caught trying to live the memory, always trying to translate the fact to serve the memory.

See this... the seeing of this is a clarity that has nothing to do with "me being clear"... it is the pristine clarity of consciousness itself, which is its own action... it's own sanity.