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The unwanted plants that grow are called weeds.
We humans are anthropocentric. Mind is a ‘utility oriented technical faculty’ Hence we have coined the word: “Weeds”
In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
We humans are anthropocentric. Mind is a ‘utility oriented technical faculty’ Hence we have coined the word: “Weeds”
In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
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Yet now, …. I am stuck -- for the first time ever -- by the weeds beauty. Maybe I should be putting the word weed in quotes, because to see a weed as beautiful is to question whether it really should be called a weed. And that is the question I asked myself as I stood there looking at my former foe. Why was this green-leafed thing called a weel, whereas other nearby things that fit the same description weren’t? I looked at those nearby things and then at the weed, and found myself unable to answer the question. There seemed to be no objective visual criteria that distinguished weeds from nonweeds.
In retrospect, I guess I would call this my first close brush with the experience of emptiness. May be it wasn’t as dramatic -- and certainly it wasn’t as pervasive and persistent -- as the experiences described by Rodney Smith and Gary Weber. But it had the key characteristic of their experience: the weed was projecting its identity less strongly that it traditionally had. Though as visually discernible as ever, it was in some sense less dramatically marked off from the surrounding vegetation than before. It now lacked the essence-of-weed that had previously made it stand out from the other plants and seen uglier than they seemed. ~ Page 173
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