Quote from: Anatta on January 10, 2014, 08:22:01 PM
Kia Ora Madeline,
I'm impressed by your poetic creativity, but the "architect" has got me stumped...
Metta Zenda
Hi Anatta,
The "architect" has got a lot of us stumped, which may not be the first step to wisdom but is certainly the shifting of weight so we can lift one foot off the ground and move it forward.
If I was being less poetic, and possibly less precise, I would replace 'the architect' with 'the order which I fail to describe because in describing it I would become it'. Watch out for mind-objects that invite you to comprehend them. Opening to comprehend them can lead to all kinds of changes that can be a one-way transformation. This happens to philosophical arguments as well as to human consciousness. It is a fool's errand to try to define out the ambiguities inherent in any statement that takes less than the full duration of the universe, but that's the whole point.
"I" am a fool, a heuristic tool, a gross simplifier. This is a very necessary function. But the function is not the thing.
In my statement/koan/poem I was not naming absolutes, only applying a metaphor to that which defies description. It can however be experienced, and is, by everyone.
The metaphor is not the thing. To the programs running on a computer without intervention, there is no architect, there is only the code, and the inputs outputs and global and local variables. I simplify. However, speaking only of computers and not of universes, we know there is an architect, for the code did not write itself. We know this, because we are the stuff of which architects are made of. If we are clever enough, we can even code an architect module that will plan, organize, code, and integrate new code and new modules. Not as well as a human programmer could, because a code architect runs fast but not wide, where a human mind runs wide but not fast, but good enough, and in that case, the architect module which is itself made of code and intention, would be the architect to all of the code instances contained within its graces.
It takes my entire life and every breathe and every thought just to begin to describe who or what I am in any detail, because in me, like in a window, is reflected a higher order.
This is not a bad thing. It is just a thing.
-Maddie