The mind has been seen as nothing
more than a social construction. To call the mind a social “construction” seems
to be an egregious underestimation of its very existence and capabilities.
The mind is the only thing that
exists. It is the ultimate phenomenon- the sole survivor in this cosmic soup
that seems to be floating in the terrain of this incomprehensible nowhere. Lacking
physical form leads one to minimize its form as an entity. The mind is a
driving force, the ultimate beacon that sets everything in its place and in
motion in this nebulous fabrication that is beyond us. Everything else that ‘exists’
is a concept.
One of the most astounding features of the mind is its ability to subsist. Despite this, the mind has concocted itself an illusion of objectivity outside of its realm; one that will actively discern and feed information only to question its very own existence. Therein lies the irony.
Reality is a construction of the mind. It is a nothing but a mere fabrication. The physical manifestation- reality, the world around and the perception of human form- could be a mere tool for the sole sake of amusement; a means of reprieve from its state of isolation. To say the inverse is to discount the significance of this natural phenomenon that makes ‘life’ possible; and existence itself, of the self and the other.
The mind is the creator. It is the mother of reality. The matriarch that guides us into the convoluted illusion of material and matter. Reality is a quasi-physical construct that is and could also be an iteration of the existence of the mind. The illusion of reality is the substrate it requires to exist in some unknown harmony.
If this unsung and interwoven fabric of harmony is a seamless collective, then each facet of reality would be a mere thread that would fray when one questions the synthesis of life. No?
