Man’s principal confinements are habit and memory.
Following his most memorable expedition, author/pyschonaut/anglophonic gentleman Aldous Huxley wrote to a friend to express his overwhelming realization that love is the primary and fundamental cosmic fact.
The less willing we are to govern ourselves, the more autocratic government will be. Men say they do not like to be told what to do, but that is not true. They have been trained from their very beginnings to take orders. They like to be told what to do. In nation states where this is particularly the case, men in uniform (military, ecclesiastical, business) sit comfortably at the top of the system.
I am entirely responsible for how I feel. I see what I see through a film of memory. Filmic seeing is why I like some things and dislike others.
Hell’s bells! I’m not just responsible for my feelings—I’m the reason for them.
Each person expresses the same consciousness. When I meet you behind your eyes, on the other side of the thought screen, I find the essence of myself, the love that I am.
Astigmatism occurs when my vision becomes obscured by memories of pleasure (what I want) and of pain (what I avoid). These memories coalesce into habits. Habits entwine, stiffen, become coarse and spiny-briny. During which process the inevitable happens: I lose my yield.