Remnant

All that exists in no time

All that remains
When all’s been said and done
Is what’s always been here
And always will be
.
The vast presence of absence
Endlessly calling for attention
Waiting to burst into life
At the strike of a light
.
Endlessly forgotten
By the clamour of inattention to innermost receptivity
Frothing over hidden depth
Carving initials
Into stone and bark
.
Claiming
‘I was here’
Meaning
‘I really mattered, didn’t I?’
Which could never have happened
In the first place
Without what remains
When all’s been said and done
.
We are but traces in eternity
Flowing lines that gather around receptive cores
Before passing on from here to there
We are not building blocks or machine parts
Neither are we made from building blocks or machine parts
We are receptive-responsive relationships
All the way in and all the way out
The music of silence wrapped in sound
And sound wrapped in silence
The play of light enveloping darkness
As darkness envelops the play of light
Solvent and solute in natural solution,
Not one or other at odds
That’s what really matters

 

This poem expresses my feeling that I have said and done all I humanly can to bring to light a fundamental natural principle.
This principle of ‘natural inclusion’ can only fully be understood when it is admitted that the entirety of modern theoretical science and rationalistic philosophy is falsely premised on the assumption that matter and space are either mutually exclusive or indistinguishable from one another. This assumption arises from the mental isolation of the human observer from what is objectively observed, and consequent inattention to the ubiquity of natural space as an intangible receptive omnipresence at and extending infinitely all around the gravitational zero-point centre of all material bodies. It goes hand-in-hand with the false isolation of self-identity or ‘ego’ from its natural spatial and energetic neighbourhood and neighbours. As such it supports a false sense of self in conflict with and either domineering or subservient to others. It also yields a profoundly paradoxical, ‘building block’ view of reality in which space and boundaries are regarded as sources of definitive discontinuity instead of receptive continuity and dynamic distinction.
No sooner is it admitted that matter and space are distinct but mutually inclusive occurrences, then this false assumption can be set aside, and a more fluidly realistic, compassionate and ecologically and evolutionarily sustainable view of Nature and human nature put in its place. I have been communicating this view verbally, scientifically and artistically now for more than twenty years.
I have, however, always felt uncomfortable with being personally identified with natural inclusion, because it enables people to focus on (and disregard) me instead of what I am trying to give voice to as a fundamental principle of Nature that does not belong to me. And nowhere have I found anyone well-known in the scientific and philosophical communities prepared to admit the false assumption upon which so much of their authority is founded, let alone explicitly support what I have been saying. Without that explicit admission and support, natural inclusion cannot become known and appreciated by more than a precious few.
Hence all that remains for me to say and do in this situation is to bide my time and offer support receptively and responsively to anyone who wants to enquire further, beyond the impasse that has become so deeply entrenched in modern human culture. I cannot argue with those whose habitual inattention to innermost receptivity prevents them from acknowledging natural inclusion.
There is a world-view of difference between the acquisitive or isolated self/ego, which exploits and/or cuts itself off from its neighbourhood, and the receptive-responsive self/ego, which dwells in reciprocal relationship with its neighbours and surroundings.

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