I strongly dislike plastic plants. But more to the point, I hate “plastic plant mindstates”. IOW, streams of experience that are okay with whatever soil nourishes the very real phenomenon of plastic plants.
I mean, why are there plastic plants? I’d guess that humans basically like the look of plants and the visual effect plants have on a scene while simultaneously wanting to avoid having to maintain the plant. I also see a tendency to be satisfied by surface glances. Lastly, I see a desire to not have to look past surfaces, and even to skip surfaces in favor of gossip.
How would I characterize this whole? Laziness. Lethargy. Decay due to negligence. A shining/2 sun dividing fecundity.
But perhaps I encourage “plastic plants” in some arenas of my daily experience, even as I shun literal plants made of plastic? What aspects of reality important to me remain hidden behind plastic camouflage?
To what degree am I preconsciously or just barely consciously waving illusion through my border patrol stations? To what degree does illusion tunnel under my defenses to smuggle itself wholesale?
Seeds of inattention grow into forests of plastic plants.
All our glossing over, our not-seeing-past-the-surface, our limitedness to detecting light that is emitted at this moment (vs seeing past/future light)… some would have it that that is all there is. Oversimplified misperception. Cartoon lives.
But that is silly bias. We do have access to very exact measurements. We are ourselves a measuring device. We are measuring the world at each moment. We are a very unlikely whirlpool spinning through spacetime. Our awareness, such as it is, is a measurement of the whole universe from one particular place. The world in all its intricacy is required to create each short breeze of awareness.
What people don’t like, and why there are plastic plants, is that paying attention is difficult. This is what physical Yoga addresses, I think. It’s tough to hold those poses and to flow between them and systematically push carefully coordinated muscle groups perhaps several times in a single session. But the point of Yoga is not just to “hold” a position, but to continually push yourself through where you can comfortably reach. At a certain level of Yoga a practitioner has to confront the idea that it ain’t ever going to get easy. Getting easy isn’t the point.
A Yoga pose is not some perfect shape that you are trying to fit yourself into, it is a way to point out an arrow to you by moving you in the direction that the arrow is pointing.
While it may be obvious that it requires effort to see things as they are as opposed to just glancing at surfaces, and while most people would effortlessly agree with this notion, it is actually rare but profitable to recognize the very ways in which thinking is burdensome. The feeling of it. Once we get a feeling for the ways in which thinking is tiring we can start to discover the opportunities to exercise the will to avoid succumbing to the fatigue that derails our focus, blurs our brilliance and dims our potential.
So let’s keep huffing and puffing and micro breezing up the winds of consciousness to down the plastic plants.
It’s another way to meditate.