I suppose you're right. I really don't appreciate the world outside me. I guess that's a little immature, isn't it?
I used to be very much the opposite - thinking leaves were beautiful, a plastic bag dancing in the wind (before "American Beauty"), even the mundane architecture of my school (someone designed it and people built it, how is that not beautiful?). This was around the time I discovered lucid dreams, actually.
Then something happened. I'm not sure what it was - some really bad lucid dreams where I lost control and felt attacked, and another when I went to the buddhic dimension and saw the world was designed for pain and thought I'd go mad. I'm not sure if my changing views sparked those experiences, or if those experiences changed my views.
Because, the whole world can't be beautiful can it? What about the mentally ill people who have no comprehension of the world or themselves? What about all the kids who die before their 5th birthday in Brazil? Or the ones who grow up deformed and retarded because of malnutrition and dirty surroundings? What about the kids in richer nations with emotionally abusive parents? Or the daily inconsiderations we give to one another and act selfishly? None of this needs to happen - and that's not beautiful. I scorn a physicaly world system that allows such suffering and does not allow me to communicate this easily. I mean, Jesus healed the sick just by touching them, and what did he accomplish? An inspirational self-help book. Bestseller!
Sometimes nature is a sick freak, and the world is a wasteland. Changing your perspective doesn't change the fact that these things happen. People who lead the cause against these things thousands of years ago didn't make much progress (Jesus included), they certainly don't today.
How sucky is this world, where beauty is from ignorace? On the other hand, maybe I've just been watching too much pessimistic liberal TV :/
[Edit: You're actually right upstream. The experience changes on the onset of boredom, which it may have been itself conducive too.]
I used to be very much the opposite - thinking leaves were beautiful, a plastic bag dancing in the wind (before "American Beauty"), even the mundane architecture of my school (someone designed it and people built it, how is that not beautiful?). This was around the time I discovered lucid dreams, actually.
Then something happened. I'm not sure what it was - some really bad lucid dreams where I lost control and felt attacked, and another when I went to the buddhic dimension and saw the world was designed for pain and thought I'd go mad. I'm not sure if my changing views sparked those experiences, or if those experiences changed my views.
Because, the whole world can't be beautiful can it? What about the mentally ill people who have no comprehension of the world or themselves? What about all the kids who die before their 5th birthday in Brazil? Or the ones who grow up deformed and retarded because of malnutrition and dirty surroundings? What about the kids in richer nations with emotionally abusive parents? Or the daily inconsiderations we give to one another and act selfishly? None of this needs to happen - and that's not beautiful. I scorn a physicaly world system that allows such suffering and does not allow me to communicate this easily. I mean, Jesus healed the sick just by touching them, and what did he accomplish? An inspirational self-help book. Bestseller!
Sometimes nature is a sick freak, and the world is a wasteland. Changing your perspective doesn't change the fact that these things happen. People who lead the cause against these things thousands of years ago didn't make much progress (Jesus included), they certainly don't today.
How sucky is this world, where beauty is from ignorace? On the other hand, maybe I've just been watching too much pessimistic liberal TV :/
[Edit: You're actually right upstream. The experience changes on the onset of boredom, which it may have been itself conducive too.]