Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 3

The law of conservation of energy states that energy may neither be created nor destroyed.
Everything in this world is the product of some previous form of energy. A plant takes energy from the sun and bears fruit. The fruit is taken by an animal, and transforms it into action or a tangible product such as stool or hair growth. This energy then goes someplace else, to a bar of soap or cosmetics, or to the creamer you used this morning. Nothing is wasted said one, to another its like everything here in this world has been already utilized by someone.

Recycling is natural in the material realm. And even before people came up with the idea of re-using certain things like paper and bottle, we were already using used stuff. If we believe in the Law that energy is neither created nor destroyed then we have to agree with what is said in Scripture that the energy in this dimension does not decrease or increase and is constant in quantity, thereby causing us to take what was already taken, to chew what has been chewed by a previous entity.

In elementary I acquired this nasty habit of feeling the underparts of desks, looking for a certain gummy stuff some kid pasted there. And I sometimes dare myself to actually peel it off and chew on the hardening gum to find out if there's still some sweetness left in there. I never thought later in life that I don't need to feel under desks and tables of every school or movie house to satisfy this craving, and wince in the end, for I'm already doing that even before I learned to chew gum, even before I even acquired teeth.

Imagine chewing gum: This kinda makes sense why people say that they are never contented with anything...they like the sweetness of a certain food, chew chew chew, art, chew, chew, chew, religion, relationships, sex, chew chew chew, then the sweetness is gone. "But, that's natural...life is like that!" someone told me. As if he never craved for an everlasting gum.

The worse part in this imperfect life is to settle, or to simply say life is bitter. True, the world is full of suffering, but I think it's not a reason for us "not" to crave for something which is really, perfectly solid, happy perfect stuff. In fact, even the bitterest of persons still crave in their deepest thoughts perfection. Someone taught me that we are perfect. It's just that we can't see the effulgence of that perfection due to our contact with matter, like a shinny object buried in mud. Perfection is when we are cleansed of this dirt. We look for perfection, because our love is real, our love is for the supremely perfect. Yet when we translate this into a material conclusion, i.e. perfect husband, perfect boyfriend, perfect pet, perfect parents or children, we end up tasting the blandness of an already chewed gum.

When asked who he wish to see in the afterlife, a Chinese socialist doctor answered Chairman Mao. This doctor has surrendered his life to Mao Tse-tung, his idea of a perfect person. And when further asked why Chairman Mao, despite his "perfection" still has to chain-smoke, and suck pleasure out of cigarettes, the guy looked around and whispered, "Yeah, seven packs a day, actually."

A perfect person is self-satisfied, he does not chew what has already been chewed. Such persons are compared to swans who are not interested in consuming what is sucked by flies from stool, but drink only the nectar of lotuses. They are called Paramahamsa or realized souls, which can separate what is real and what is not. To serve and follow such realized souls and spiritual masters can purify our dirtied hearts and reveal our true effulgence, making our lives perfect.