Forgetting the Self within the Vastness

It is not often that a person can pick up a teddy bear, and feel his heartbeat resonating with that of the teddy's. How often have I neglected Alfred's emotion-filled pearly eyes, his gentle smile that never fails to pull fallen angels up, his outstretched hands ever ready to give a warm hug - in all to piece together dreams, aspirations, emotions, and everything human that are torn, pierced, shattered by the inhumane...

The philosophy of the Tao may prove too daunting for many, or for those who try to go near it, the difficulty of not being able to find anything comprehensible by straining the eyes too much on the words that don't mean much tend to throw people off-track.

Yet, how hard is it really to forget the Self within the Vastness of the Universe - I'm talking about the Human Universe, the world we've constructed with our cognition, affection and the soul- and soaring beyond mere pragmatic existence?

Perhaps, I seem to be talking Zen.
Perhaps, I seem to be advocating something non-secular.
Perhaps, I seem to be trying too hard to sound sophisticated.
Perhaps, I seem to just be talking crap.

But let us return to Alfred.

Some may say, it's pathetic when I have to turn to a "dead" bear for comfort. Others just think I'm crazy.

What I want to say, though, is that many out there may have been treating the people around them the way they see Alfred - "dead".

Yes, it takes a lot of self-consciousness to maintain a "wall-less" relationship between humans. However, sometimes, it takes even more to ascertain our own existence. Why you are even where you are and who you are seem a lot more daunting than trying to understand the Tao mentioned above.

Well, have you for a moment threw away all concepts and relied on just your intuition?

Have you ever experienced that "soaring" effect, like a seagull set against a background of half-ocean and half-sky?

Have you ever, for a second, tried to forget who you are? Obscured your own presence from your mind?

What it means to be human, really, is this one moment of self-elimination. In losing memory of who we are, the heart opens itself up, the soul naked before a world of treasure and pollution.

Bring this state of being one level up, and put someone else in place of the usual person occupying the seat of "You" - that's true humanitarian.

Before reaching bottle-neck, I seek to be human.

In trying to find and express the true love that wants nothing in return, I try to be humanitarian.

I've written about "revitalisation of the soul". What I just realized is that perhaps it's time to see myself as dead, and Alfred as alive.

Perhaps, this is the only way we can hope to eliminate selfishness - such that hearts can finally bond and the wall between me and you can finally crumble and vanish into dust.

If this is too hard to understand, please, use your intuition.