becoming

Can barely grasp this - but the edges of things are in a constant process of becoming the things next to them. The tips of trees are becoming the sky; the tops of mountains are becoming the clouds; the tips of my fingers are becoming the air, or the guitar strings, or the soil, or your hand, or the water. Fish are becoming ocean. Sand is becoming sea and sea is becoming sand. Rock is becoming water and water is becoming rock. Ice is becoming air and air is becoming ice. My thoughts are becoming manifest, and my dance, my music, my image, my body are becoming symbol, becoming thought. It is all most becoming.

So this emphasis on the distinctness between things, while useful for philosophers and capitalists and politicians and even for artists at some points, becomes less useful for mystics and family and community and artists at most points. And the emphasis on the individuality, the uniqueness of all things, is not contradicted at all - once one sees that uniqueness and connectedness are compatible.

The oneness of all may seem like a radical oversimplification, most of the time - but it is an illuminating truth that many people - religious, scientific, artistic - report experiencing, at some point. Perhaps it exists only in fractional moments, one-hundredths of seconds - those moments when it is also possible to slip through to other dimensions, manifest spoons out of air, all at once, rather than in stages of becoming, or move a whole spaceship with a lift of your hand out of eight feet of slimy tropical water on a planet light years away.