Can you imagine what it’s like to be acutely aware, out of long habitual repetition, aware of underlying larger reality most of the time? This can arise from the discipline of years of desiring to notice connections between material objects in terms of their historical constitution and their origins in archaeology, geology, astronomy, and cosmology.

If I so choose, I can become aware of the unified nature of everything, based on facts scientific. As I go on my way day by day, I will see the origins of all life on earth, even all the inanimate earth itself, share incontrovertible commonalities.

Only extrapolate the implications from the famous words in Joni Mitchell’s song, “We are stardust”. I do not place the concept on a shelf under a glass dome. It is one of my start points to bring my awareness to bear and connect any and every object with Life the Universe & Everything.

From a standing start, I used to assume, as a rule of thumb, that the life I occupy and live is “I” and “other”. In fact the concept of “me” as occupant of the life in me is a sad wrong-headed example of attempts to anthropomorphise domination of life.

No! Life lives me, period.

I believe, from my direct and continuing everyday experience, that ‘this life, which is superabundance of joy and love, has found an acceptance in my identity, and has assumed a proportion of my identity without my volition and with an attachment that never did nor ever will depend on my acceptance of it.’

In the old days, it used to work like this. Myself as an observer on one side, and on the other side, somehow independent of me, my senses take note of a scene, or of an object – animal, vegetable or mineral – and I, the observer, deal with it as a discreet entity, like a specimen under observation. This staid, well-trodden way of encountering and interracting with reality in my immediate surroundings is dualism: here is me and there is other.

This dualistic concept is pure human fabrication. It is a house of straw that will vanish in the next breeze. It so happens that there may seem to be too much work involved in unpicking the straws in this age-old house of straw. If so, finish your days on earth in the image of a player in a Role Playing Game. This is waste too catastrophic to contemplate.

On some level, to experience life at such intensity and with such unattached, deconstructed observation, is to experience an incandescent peace, sacred, fertile, wholly joyous. This non-dual, unconditional state explains why a passer-by could well hear me chuckle with no visible cause

You are to imagine my progress on any pavement that I am aware, with a physical reverberation, that my atoms move among collections and assemblages of atoms as energetic, as complex and as screaming-beautiful as all others, mine not excepted.