a persistence

As part of any analytic process, repeatability tends to be the vitriol basis for truth. A scientist will theorize what something might be, test that theory and then have others repeat it under tightly controlled circumstances. If it is confirmed to work as intended, provides the expected outcome, it’s considered confirmed science fact, until it’s not (often explained as, “well, we learned new information”). All development of or idealized advancement of technologies persist on this fundamental process. You would expect your computer to turn on continuously, until it doesn’t. Just as vital it is also important to note, the under controlled circumstances bit. You wouldn’t expect your computer to turn on submerged underwater for example, which is where that persistence ends.

As far as philosophy goes, it tends to be a no-holds-bared sort of process, which is often why folks intensely push against any findings done under the guise of philosophy. While some science (specifically physics and astrophysics) tend to be more open to the idea of philosophical aid in which to spark new theories about the universe (read: overall reality), most philosophies tend to be discredited simply due to the emotion of them, the feels, so to speak, get in the way of what many scientist would call The Pure Sciences, rigid and rigorous examination, cold and calculated. We could talk about the many other things/studies that really don’t fit into the pure sciences, like social interactions, theologies and state of mind examinations (psychology), but there isn’t any need to muck the pool in this particular writing.

This one is about the repeated persistence of clarity, of realization and of so called enlightenment. Also generally referred to as wisdom. As a spiritual notion you might find many descriptions like becoming one with the universe, being on some sort of level of consciousness, or some outwardly redundant claims of full self perseverance (ie, no longer needing things like food and water, air, heat, etc.). True clarity, if you’d care to call it that, comes along when you’ve dissolved all of the mental gymnastics and are literally left with no particular need to consider a self as an independent being, experiencing their own personal reality. When that dissolves, you are simply the witness among the witnessed, the you and the other (not just human others) merge and simplicity becomes more noticeable, more regular. The only particularly special bit of this, is that it becomes persistently, always the case or never not the case. It can be described as that childlike quality you had once born, when everything was a learning and reality the teacher, at least until adults assured you otherwise. That repeat assurance that you actually owned your experiences, that they were yours alone and you needed to learn that as an example of responsibility. That lifelong struggle of good against bad, am I good? who am I? who do I want to be? are quite literally beaten into children in many cases and self discovery becomes survival.

While the I continues to entertain the narrative as survival and persistence ensue, it understands that it can never own (read: permanently bring into being) anything inside or outside itself and that all things are the center of the universe, continuously/persistently transient. That, this persistence is cyclical in birth death cycles of all things and the mind ego is the trickster inedibly imbued with the natural course of existence, of creation as a process, all inclusive to being and the stuff it experiences as separate from self.