"...reflections of their inner reality" . Is not our life a reflection of our thoughts? We reap what we sow, we are what we think. We create our own reality by reflecting our thoughts.
Yes, it is the journey itself which keeps us seeking.
Thank YOU. From what I observed, particularly from my elders, this order seems to have remained unchanged, persisting seamlessly from the past to the present.
Good read. I have a different take on the philosphers stone. It seems to me the stone is metaphor for the heart. Fixating blindly, pursuing knowledge turns the heart to stone. The purpose of life is not to know but experience and enjoy. But then again my brains a little warped. LoL.
I recently wrote a bit on it called You’ve Heard of the Jewel of Great Price, But What the Heck is a Great Carbuncle? September 13, I think. It’s short, a mere introduction for readers, but I would love for your take on it.
Of course, I’d be glad to read it. The idea alone intrigues me, and I’m curious to see how you’ve introduced it to your readers. I'll share my thoughts as soon as possible—it deserves more than that.
Your gratitude is deeply humbling, and your reflections enrich the very essence of what I wanted to share. The connection you draw between Plato’s Cave and the Philosopher’s Stone is fascinating to me. To merge these epochs as a continuum of spiritual evolution speaks to the timeless nature of our quest for truth, one that is both deeply personal and universally resonant.
As for the modern mind and its relationship with mystery, I believe the heart remains the keeper of secrets. No amount of scholastic rigor can extinguish its flame; rather, it tempers the mind, sharpening it into a tool fit for the soul’s work. To treat the Stone not as information but as art, as you so beautifully put it, is indeed a triumph—a defiance against the spell of materialism that seeks to entomb the sacred.
Your words are a testament to the Stone’s living power, and for that, I thank YOU.
Oh to brush shoulders with the ghosts of artistic legends—what a canvas of possibility to have walked upon! But there's one thing I must disagree here. Had there been a Roxburghe Jr. back then, and had I been its humble speaker, I imagine it would have been less a beacon of finality for your ambitions and more a spark—a kindling for the brilliance you undoubtedly already possessed. I admire it. I somehow know and feel that you have never rested idly.
Well, if nothing else, it would have been worth the spectacle of the dramatic flourish as the curtain fell away!
"...reflections of their inner reality" . Is not our life a reflection of our thoughts? We reap what we sow, we are what we think. We create our own reality by reflecting our thoughts.
Yes, it is the journey itself which keeps us seeking.
Thanks again Dilay.
Thank YOU. From what I observed, particularly from my elders, this order seems to have remained unchanged, persisting seamlessly from the past to the present.
Good read. I have a different take on the philosphers stone. It seems to me the stone is metaphor for the heart. Fixating blindly, pursuing knowledge turns the heart to stone. The purpose of life is not to know but experience and enjoy. But then again my brains a little warped. LoL.
Indeed, that's a fantastic point. I haven't really thought about it that way but I'll definitely make a further research. Thank you.
Intriguing. Have you read The Great Carbuncle by Hawthorne? It explores just this.
Thank you. And yes, we've covered it in an introduction to philosophy lecture in the past years. It looks like this is the right time to re-read it.
I recently wrote a bit on it called You’ve Heard of the Jewel of Great Price, But What the Heck is a Great Carbuncle? September 13, I think. It’s short, a mere introduction for readers, but I would love for your take on it.
Of course, I’d be glad to read it. The idea alone intrigues me, and I’m curious to see how you’ve introduced it to your readers. I'll share my thoughts as soon as possible—it deserves more than that.
Your gratitude is deeply humbling, and your reflections enrich the very essence of what I wanted to share. The connection you draw between Plato’s Cave and the Philosopher’s Stone is fascinating to me. To merge these epochs as a continuum of spiritual evolution speaks to the timeless nature of our quest for truth, one that is both deeply personal and universally resonant.
As for the modern mind and its relationship with mystery, I believe the heart remains the keeper of secrets. No amount of scholastic rigor can extinguish its flame; rather, it tempers the mind, sharpening it into a tool fit for the soul’s work. To treat the Stone not as information but as art, as you so beautifully put it, is indeed a triumph—a defiance against the spell of materialism that seeks to entomb the sacred.
Your words are a testament to the Stone’s living power, and for that, I thank YOU.
That’s a compliment worth a fortune, isn’t it? If I had a velvet curtain, I’d pull it aside with a dramatic flourish—voilà !
Oh to brush shoulders with the ghosts of artistic legends—what a canvas of possibility to have walked upon! But there's one thing I must disagree here. Had there been a Roxburghe Jr. back then, and had I been its humble speaker, I imagine it would have been less a beacon of finality for your ambitions and more a spark—a kindling for the brilliance you undoubtedly already possessed. I admire it. I somehow know and feel that you have never rested idly.
Well, if nothing else, it would have been worth the spectacle of the dramatic flourish as the curtain fell away!