Analysis is like breaking down a building to its parts and saying, “See, no building!” Of course there isn’t, and the parts were never the building anyway. And synthesis is thinking one can put together parts and get a living, breathing building. The building itself is an intangible thing, an intention, a wish… a form born of pure consciousness. Its structure, its parts are the manifest way in which it came into being, but they are never its being, its pulse, its essence. It cannot be assessed in terms of its parts, for the whole is an essence so much larger than anything concrete (pun unintended) or measurable. (Conversely, we can destroy the structural fabric of something, but never its energy, its essence. If it is a resonant match to present consciousness, it will promptly take form anew!)
When one spends enough of one’s time making, being still in the intangible realm, becoming a receiver of continuous inspiration, and allowing that to be translated into manifest form, one has little use for analysis of (and reaction / judgment / feedback to) what is already manifest. For one sees the futility of moving parts and pieces around in a manifest world when one can create anew by allowing consciousness to come into form! One sees that the Love is in the making, in continuous creation, and it is in such One-pointed, ardent, devout lovemaking that what no longer serves is also made — obsolete.
As Frank Lloyd Wright said when asked which his favorite project is: “The next one!” 🙂
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