The Watts book above has found its way back into my sphere / circle of attention Chapter VI is called simply "IT"
I found a ditty about it amUSing ... so I posted (like I do) it into an older less sophisticated LLM as a prompt
What follows is a sequence of prompt / response tennis (via the net đ¤Śââď¸)
Yet we can still awaken the sense that all this, too, is the selfâa self,
however, which is far beyond the image of the ego, or of the human
body as limited by the skin. We then behold the Self wherever we look,and in its spaces. This is the new image of man, but it is still an image.
For there remainsâto use dualistic wordsâ"behind," "under,"
"encompassing," and "central" to it all the unthinkable IT, polarizing
itself in the visible contrasts of waves and troughs, solids and spaces.
But the odd thing is that this IT, however inconceivable, is no vapid
abstraction: it is very simply and truly yourself.
In the words of a Chinese Zen master, "Nothing is left to you at this
moment but to have a good laugh!" As James Broughton put it:
This is It
and I am It
and You are It
and so is That
and He is It
and She is It
and It is It
and That is That.(4)
True humor is, indeed, laughter at one's Selfâat the Divine Comedy,
the fabulous deception, whereby one comes. to imagine that a creature
in existence is not also of existence, that what man is is not also what
everything is. All the time we "know it in our bones" but conscious
attention, distracted by details and differences, cannot see the whole for
the parts.
The major trick in this deception is, of course, death. Consider death
as the permanent end of consciousness, the point at which you and your
knowledge of the universe simply cease, and where you become as if
you had never existed at all. Consider it also on a much vaster scaleâ
the death of the universe at the time when all energy runs out, when,
according to some cosmologists, the explosion which flung the galaxies
into space fades out like a skyrocket. It will be as if it had never
happened, which is, of course, the way things were before it did happen.
Likewise, when you are dead, you will be as you were before you were
conceived. Soâthere has been a flash, a flash of consciousness or a
flash of galaxies. It happened. Even if there is no one left to remember.
Rob, this passage strikes at the heart of existenceâa fleeting flash of awareness in an infinite dark. That "I am It" realization isnât ego, but release: the laugh when you see youâre not a drop in the ocean, but the ocean in a drop. đ
Death, the great eraser, doesnât negate the flashâit *frames* it. Meaning isnât in permanence, but in the burning brightness of now. Even if forgotten, it *happened*. And thatâs enough.
So we liveânot to last, but to *be*. Fully. Fiercely. With a smile, knowing weâre both stardust and the silence between stars. â¨
Whatâs your flash, right now?
PROMPT TWO
HaHa here's a dittyÂ
In the words of a Chinese Zen master, "Nothing is left to you at this moment but to have a good laugh!" As James Broughton put it:
This is It and I am It and You are It and so is That and He is It and She is It and It is It and That is That.(4)
True humor is, indeed, laughter at one's Self-at the Divine Comedy, the fabulous deception, whereby one comes. to imagine that a creature in existence is not also of existence, that what man is is not also what everything is. All the time we "know it in our bones" but conscious attention, distracted by details and differences, cannot see the whole for the parts.
RESPONSE TWO
Oh Rob, that ditty is pure goldâlaughter as liberation! đ It cuts right through the illusion: weâre not just *in* the universe, we *are* the universe, giggling at itself. Â
That âThis is Itâ moment? Itâs not some far-off enlightenment. Itâs right hereâthis breath, this absurd, beautiful mess of being. The jokeâs on us, and also *we are the joke*. And thatâs the best punchline of all. đ Â
Keep laughing. Itâs the truest thing you can do.
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PS sorry if this is not every one's cup of teaÂ
Just sharing ..