A question about the complexity of the body's automatic processes leads to a reflection on how little we actually control, and how releasing that sense of control opens into vastness.
A question about the complexity of the body's automatic processes leads to a reflection on how little we actually control, and how releasing that sense of control opens into vastness.
It's crazy, because you can think you did so well on a given day, worked so hard, sacrificed so much, and then your wife says you forgot that one speck on the floor. It can be so confusing. So humbling.
Can I ask you something? Our bodies are, as far as science tells us, incredibly complex forms with billions of chemical reactions going off. Does science have it right? And if so, how is all of that happening without any effort? I've just been contemplating how crazy our bodies are and how they do all of that without us doing anything.
Well, what do you call effort?
I don't feel like I'm doing anything.
By willing, you mean. You're not intentionally contracting your heart muscles, and all that.
Right. Or my gut when I'm scared.
The narrowness of what we actually control
What we control as "that which chooses" is, in this dimension, very narrow. But the experience can be very vast. The less I feel that I am choosing and controlling, the vaster the experience feels, so much so that the universe feels like it is happening through me.