The Gardener of Common Sense

Journeys of Eros : VI

One of the most precious instruments to come out of the study of human endeavor is the ethos of change. Humanity may well have begun with totemism but thereafter has gone through all the major faiths in the world to arrive at what we are today, with regards to the issue of faith; inquiring, testing, applying, predicting and the plain experience of seeing and believing.

In bringing the human will to the study it engages a discipline many would shudder at in the annals of religious faith. Where faith is like a happy garden that is in full bloom, common sense brings a swirling storm to it and thereafter keeps after the gardener to replant and restore. It is an unenviable task for many a student of the humanities.

Essentially common sense is the art of perception for the man who has been there, done that and is looking for more. It involves taking where you think you're been and what you figure you've done and to bring a strong inquiry to it. Thereafter the individual may well come to have a new view of where and what he has been doing.

Our common sense accomplishes it in many curious ways. It insists on bringing everything together, mixes the faith of the ascetic, the raging adoration of the fundamentalist, the common traits of the normal believer and the inquiring mind of the scientific academician to arrive at its perception. It affirms the adage, ' what goes against the will of man goes against the will of God.'

In reply to inquiries about what to do in a chaotic situation, it answers ' be yourself,' in response to unfulfilled expectations, it points to the fact that there's no water in the desert but nobody cries over that. So is there a God? Not someone in a white beard.

For someone beyond the world of reflecting realities our common sense brings the slow persuasion to the mind that the Individual and the world are one. This is obviously in another dimension of experience, isn't it? The most perfect, it replies. When? Not in the world we know today. How? In the silence of your thoughts … call it your thought behavior.

The new garden whispers to the gardener. It may even sing. It is very unlike the former where the gardener was someone apart from the garden itself. Where the garden is viewed as the euphemism for the mind and the plants as its concepts and ideals, the gardener is certainly the new man-of-the-world, at work in improving his perfection.

It appears certain therefore that no one would shout these truths from the rooftops today. He may reserve it like a secret that he views in silence. Someone in the vocation of a horse whisperer doesn't actually whisper to the horse. He whispers to himself.

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[patricia]

Absolutely loved this write Dayran. Fascinating stuff and admirable how you demonstrated it with the garden. Great work.