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The Ravings of a Bored Madman:
A seed grows in the seed pod of the flower.
The seed roots and becomes the sprout.

The sprout grows and becomes the plant.
The plant blooms and becomes the flower.
The bee pollinates the flower.
The seed grows from the flower.
Where is the flower in the seed?
The flower is only one step in the process. The seed is a step in the process.
Where is the human being in the spermatozoa? In the ovum?
The human is one step in the process.
We, all that we are and not simply the 'I' we take ourselves to be, are a process.
This is what I do when I'm feeling anxious to remind myself that the 'i' that is worrying is not the same as the 'I' that is observing.
When I ask, "Who am I?" I also wonder, "Who is asking the question?"
That seems to beg the question, "Who am I asking when I ask the question?"
There is no 'i' it seems. There is only 'I' and it is synonymous with the process.
The process is asking the question and I am synonymous with the process.
Looking at the simple diagram I realize the question, "When was I born?" makes no sense.
Perhaps "How did I grow?" is getting closer to reality.
The flower which could represent the 'i' or the ego or whatever you like – which is in whole and in part the process – will wither and die. Cease to exist.
But the process remains constant.
Where does the flower go when it ceases to be?
Seemingly nowhere and everywhere, because it will break down and become part of the very environment in which more flowers exist and grow.
Where does the ego go when it ceases to exist? This is where I believe the flower = ego breaks down.
Because the ego is a construct of the mind that never existed in the first place.
The ego is merely whole and in part the process, too.
I cannot separate myself from this universe because the universe is the process of which I am a part of.
Do I see through my nervous system or am I my nervous system? (Who is seeing through it?)
Do I have a body or am I my body? (Who is moving the body?)
Does the body have a mind or are the mind and body one?
Everything appears to be interconnected.
One organism.
Like the bee and the flower. Seemingly two different creatures yet completely dependent on one another. Thus, I could easily conclude the bee and the flower are one organism.
You and I seem to be different from one another, yet we exist as part of one process. I cannot separate myself from the process, and therefore not from you either.
Even the most vile and heinous of us are part of the universe.
We didn't arrive in this universe from somewhere else like birds landing on a tree limb.
We grow out of the universe like a flower grows from the plant.
We grow. We live. We die. The process continues.
And we are the process.

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The Ravings of a Bored Madman:
A seed grows in the seed pod of the flower.
The seed roots and becomes the sprout.

The sprout grows and becomes the plant.
The plant blooms and becomes the flower.
The bee pollinates the flower.
The seed grows from the flower.
Where is the flower in the seed?
The flower is only one step in the process. The seed is a step in the process.
Where is the human being in the spermatozoa? In the ovum?
The human is one step in the process.
We, all that we are and not simply the 'I' we take ourselves to be, are a process.
This is what I do when I'm feeling anxious to remind myself that the 'i' that is worrying is not the same as the 'I' that is observing.
When I ask, "Who am I?" I also wonder, "Who is asking the question?"
That seems to beg the question, "Who am I asking when I ask the question?"
There is no 'i' it seems. There is only 'I' and it is synonymous with the process.
The process is asking the question and I am synonymous with the process.
Looking at the simple diagram I realize the question, "When was I born?" makes no sense.
Perhaps "How did I grow?" is getting closer to reality.
The flower which could represent the 'i' or the ego or whatever you like – which is in whole and in part the process – will wither and die. Cease to exist.
But the process remains constant.
Where does the flower go when it ceases to be?
Seemingly nowhere and everywhere, because it will break down and become part of the very environment in which more flowers exist and grow.
Where does the ego go when it ceases to exist? This is where I believe the flower = ego breaks down.
Because the ego is a construct of the mind that never existed in the first place.
The ego is merely whole and in part the process, too.
I cannot separate myself from this universe because the universe is the process of which I am a part of.
Do I see through my nervous system or am I my nervous system? (Who is seeing through it?)
Do I have a body or am I my body? (Who is moving the body?)
Does the body have a mind or are the mind and body one?
Everything appears to be interconnected.
One organism.
Like the bee and the flower. Seemingly two different creatures yet completely dependent on one another. Thus, I could easily conclude the bee and the flower are one organism.
You and I seem to be different from one another, yet we exist as part of one process. I cannot separate myself from the process, and therefore not from you either.
Even the most vile and heinous of us are part of the universe.
We didn't arrive in this universe from somewhere else like birds landing on a tree limb.
We grow out of the universe like a flower grows from the plant.
We grow. We live. We die. The process continues.
And we are the process.