The
universe has no independent life outside of consciousness. It’s a blank
dead canvass that becomes brilliantly animated only when consciousness paints
it red green and gold. It only takes shape when consciousness renders its
formlessness into an infinity of variety of styles. It only becomes
melodious when consciousness generates the music of the spheres.
A nice metaphor is a Star Trek DVD.
If you look at the DVD all there is on close examination are pits burnt into it. you will never find anywhere on that 6-inch platter the complex combinations of colors, shapes, forms, and sounds that fleshes out the story lines and breathes life into the characters; no dynamic full-of-life dramatics. Without the DVD player the Star Trek story would never make a splash. Without the DVD player the epic drama would never unfold. Without the DVD player the characters could never live out their lives. Stare at the disk. It’s virtually dead without the player. You experience no imagery, you hear no songs, and you are not enraptured by the spell binding oratory of the charismatic Captain James T. Kirk as he thunders on passionately with the icy and logical Mr. Spock. Without the DVD player there are no peals of laughter, no anguished wailing and gnashing of teeth on either side of the DVD. You don’t observe the trials and triumphs of your favorite stars without the DVD player. You don’t see the leading lady aglow, immersed in technicolored bedazzling panoramas, without that magic-making wand. the adventures of the crew of The Starship Enterprise sailing at warp speed among the stars and the larger-than-life escapades of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Mr. Data and Geordi La Forge as they battle Klingons, compete with the Romulins for the galaxy and resist being assimilated by the Borgs, only burst onto the screen when you play the DVD in your Blu-Ray machine. Without that spin doctor, the DVD dead dinks do not dramatize data-the-droid's daring dalliances. And the still life imprisoned within the DVD. . . colorless, formless, motionless and silent. . . is a dream undecoded; a dream deferred.
Similarly, the physical universe has no color, no shape, no form nor dynamism without conscious awareness. Without conscious awareness there is no nightingale chiming in the willow tree. Without conscious awareness no rainbows deck the heavens and there is no pot of gold. Without conscious awareness there are no shimmering moon beams. And without conscious awareness there would be no aurora borealis formations dancing in the northern skies. You can’t smell the chrysanthemum or savor the sweet taste of a nectarine out there in the outside world without conscious awareness (playing it). Only when it is "played" by consciousness does the pine in the forest explodes into existence standing tall and looming large. The orchid does not have a scent when you are not around to smell it (play it). And if you are not around (to play it), when the mighty oak crashes to the earth. . .
it does so quietly. . . without a whimper. . . without a sound.
A nice metaphor is a Star Trek DVD.
If you look at the DVD all there is on close examination are pits burnt into it. you will never find anywhere on that 6-inch platter the complex combinations of colors, shapes, forms, and sounds that fleshes out the story lines and breathes life into the characters; no dynamic full-of-life dramatics. Without the DVD player the Star Trek story would never make a splash. Without the DVD player the epic drama would never unfold. Without the DVD player the characters could never live out their lives. Stare at the disk. It’s virtually dead without the player. You experience no imagery, you hear no songs, and you are not enraptured by the spell binding oratory of the charismatic Captain James T. Kirk as he thunders on passionately with the icy and logical Mr. Spock. Without the DVD player there are no peals of laughter, no anguished wailing and gnashing of teeth on either side of the DVD. You don’t observe the trials and triumphs of your favorite stars without the DVD player. You don’t see the leading lady aglow, immersed in technicolored bedazzling panoramas, without that magic-making wand. the adventures of the crew of The Starship Enterprise sailing at warp speed among the stars and the larger-than-life escapades of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Mr. Data and Geordi La Forge as they battle Klingons, compete with the Romulins for the galaxy and resist being assimilated by the Borgs, only burst onto the screen when you play the DVD in your Blu-Ray machine. Without that spin doctor, the DVD dead dinks do not dramatize data-the-droid's daring dalliances. And the still life imprisoned within the DVD. . . colorless, formless, motionless and silent. . . is a dream undecoded; a dream deferred.
Similarly, the physical universe has no color, no shape, no form nor dynamism without conscious awareness. Without conscious awareness there is no nightingale chiming in the willow tree. Without conscious awareness no rainbows deck the heavens and there is no pot of gold. Without conscious awareness there are no shimmering moon beams. And without conscious awareness there would be no aurora borealis formations dancing in the northern skies. You can’t smell the chrysanthemum or savor the sweet taste of a nectarine out there in the outside world without conscious awareness (playing it). Only when it is "played" by consciousness does the pine in the forest explodes into existence standing tall and looming large. The orchid does not have a scent when you are not around to smell it (play it). And if you are not around (to play it), when the mighty oak crashes to the earth. . .
it does so quietly. . . without a whimper. . . without a sound.
