God, Intent, Tao, Energy, or whatever we choose to call it is not the idea of God. Don’t underestimate this distinction. Our concepts have outstretched and overwhelmed our direct experience of it. The ancients did not have a concept of the great mysteries of life. They knew it directly and because of their silence in the face of mystery in which they lived all the time. They created many wonders and observed the world around them with awe.
Modern man inherits a host of concepts from the stories and ideas past down in culture and schooling. Who remembers that initial feeling when the door closes and the world behind the door disappears. Slowly, by opening and closing the door, we test this to make sure that that world is still there. The child laughs in wonder as they test, hypothesize and come to know that the world behind the door is still there… the brain creates solidity to the mystery of life.
But soon we get caught up in the idea of things existing beyond our perception without ever opening the doorways. We accept the program of assumptions and stories as though they are real. Then the concept is more important than the reality, which exists in the world. Warriors know that everything depends on perception. But when all perceptions must filter through our concepts, which limit perception, we become trapped by the very concepts we hold dear.
Such is the constant case with scientific exploration. Who has actually seen an atom? What does it look like? Initially, these buggers where conceived of as solid balls that are the fundamental building blocks of nature. Then someone burst that concept and found out that they are made up of energy, then deeper, they are made up of quantum. We hold a concept of quantum, but very few of us actually know quanta, right?
The ancients held so much in their minds. Not just words, but pictures, relationships grounded in direct experience of the world. Building stone on stone, they created vast monoliths in which they experienced yearly the alignments of the stars, planets and seasons with these monuments. The direct experience of this mystery was a yearly celebration and tied to planting cycles, which were a necessity of life.





