"It is the difference between looking up at the sky from within a glass dome, and standing outside in the open air. We have to break out of the dome of ordinary mind altogether to discover and let in the fresh air of Rigpa." S.R.
Great analogy, using glass. We don't tend to notice glass, just as we remain ignorant of our limitations, of the veil of conditioning in which we operate. We think we see and experience the sky as it really is. It's all we've ever known, and most folks around us confirm this because it's all they've ever known. And then for the lucky ones, the open-minded ones, along comes the truth by way of a person or a book or intuition, and their guidance engenders a practice to clarify and eventually wear away the glass. Once our false assumptions, like the glass, are eradicated, or seen for what they are, nothing changes and everything changes. What we assumed was reality we now realize was stale and stagnant as this new perspective imbues us with the untainted fresh air of truth. Best of all, once the artificial dome is gone, the artificial "me" who created it goes too. Sky is just the place, so to speak, in which everything comes and goes. Once the dome disintegrates like Ramakrishna's jug of Ganges water, sky rushes to sky and Ganges rushes to Ganges, everything merges as if that dome/body-mind never existed. Which in truth it never did.
Great analogy, using glass. We don't tend to notice glass, just as we remain ignorant of our limitations, of the veil of conditioning in which we operate. We think we see and experience the sky as it really is. It's all we've ever known, and most folks around us confirm this because it's all they've ever known. And then for the lucky ones, the open-minded ones, along comes the truth by way of a person or a book or intuition, and their guidance engenders a practice to clarify and eventually wear away the glass. Once our false assumptions, like the glass, are eradicated, or seen for what they are, nothing changes and everything changes. What we assumed was reality we now realize was stale and stagnant as this new perspective imbues us with the untainted fresh air of truth. Best of all, once the artificial dome is gone, the artificial "me" who created it goes too. Sky is just the place, so to speak, in which everything comes and goes. Once the dome disintegrates like Ramakrishna's jug of Ganges water, sky rushes to sky and Ganges rushes to Ganges, everything merges as if that dome/body-mind never existed. Which in truth it never did.
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