Christina Sarich, Contributor
Waking Times
“. . . It is the mind which wants to make the experience which it calls truth continuous, and such a mind shall not know truth. Truth is always new: it is to see the same smile and see that smile newly, to see the same person and see that person anew, to see the waving palms anew, to meet life anew. . .” ~ J. Krishnamurti
What creates a mind that can see things anew? Not the stale, crusty, crumbs of ‘truth’ that have mold around the edges, causing us to see reality in a fractured, disintegrating, purely entropic way, but a truth that shines with life and newness like a spring bud bursting from its yellow-green casing?
What allows a radical new theory – like a black hole devouring stars from the inside to create dark matter – to take hold of a scientist’s mind to help explain the origins of gamma-ray bursts, or the study of something as simple as a string of RNA blossom in a curious head so that the boundaries between biology and chemistry start to dissolve? Or even a mind simple and new enough to see the world as it is and not how we wish it could be?
