Worldviews and wiring.

Consider the felt difference between these worldviews:

Materialist Cosmology: We live in a meaningless universe of competing matter, where survival depends on our ability to control and extract resources. Consciousness is an accident of chemistry, death is extinction, and ultimately nothing we do matters.

Sacred Cosmology: We exist within an intelligent, loving cosmos where we are fundamentally welcome. Our lives have inherent meaning and value, we are held by something larger than ourselves, and even death is a transition within a larger wholeness.

The relationship between these two dimensions of safety reveals something crucial: when our nervous system carries traumatic patterns, entertaining a sacred cosmology can feel threatening because it highlights the gap between our lived experience and the view of cosmic welcome.

Yet this same dynamic makes sacred cosmology a powerful healing tool. Within a materialist framework, our defensiveness makes perfect sense—of course we should be skeptical and guarded. But when we consciously adopt a sacred worldview, our defensiveness creates friction with the reality we’ve embraced, and this tension naturally draws us into intimate contact with whatever wounded material lives in that gap.

These worldviews generate entirely different nervous system responses. The materialist worldview creates existential anxiety—a bone-deep sense that existence itself is fundamentally unsafe. The sacred cosmology leads to a felt sense that we belong here, that reality can be trusted.

— Daniel Thorson

Full essay here:The Architecture of Safety

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The clarity of being unsharp.

The daffodils are out, cherry blossom explode the trees like pink and white popcorn, and the tulips (my favourite flower) are impatient to show off.

–ooOoo–

This photo is unsharp.
In fact I took it through the plastic wrapper of my coffee filter papers. Because, you know…art.

I have noticed a certain unsharpness in myself lately.
I think it is a combo of TMB (too many birthdays) and my meditation practice.

Circular logo containing the text: 100% human generated. In the centre is a scribble drawing of a brain.

The feeling from inside is that I am not as smart as I used to be (and, mind you, that bar was not set particularly high to begin with!). I constantly grasp for any semblance of conversational vernacular1.
I can’t figure things out like I used to.
Names and faces hide from each other with frustrating regularity.
Edges are smeared. Spelling is a lottery.
My memory is a fizz of forgotten details and memories.

Im not talking about serious cognitive decline, Im not talking cataracts. Im just not as sharp as I used to be. Such is life.

This unsharpness is interesting. Perhaps, just as the photo above engages and conveys more aesthetic information than a clear, sharp, focused shot would, my own unsharpness is accompanied by its own conveyance.
A releasing, a comfortable spacious openness.

There is less black and white thinking, there is less ruminating. Future and past fold in on themselves taking any tension out of memories and plans. Boarders blur and colours haze. Silence and stillness round out the world with a clear, meaningful unsharpness.

If I just sit amongst it, if I just soak in it, this unsharpness has a fresh, biting polish that makes it better, not lesser, than before.

Being smart is overrated.
The daffodils are out. Do you see them clearly?


  1. Interestingly, I seem to be able to get my thoughts down in written form OK. Writing, accesses some other pathway. That, and I get to re-write and delete and edit and contemplate the draft. Its almost as if my muse or daimon (that numinous force of creative inspiration) spills the words out through me. ↩︎

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