Out walking, out of my mind, apparently

 

I was out walking, but as usual I was inside my head, with a million thoughts vying for my attention. I let them pass by, grasped one or two, gave them the eye and moved on to the next and the next. 

I felt like I was schizophrenic, multi-tasking in the 12th dimension. The all seeing eye, I could calculate the terminus of PI, following fractals to their space between their smallest parts. 

Nothing was invisible, my comprehension all-powerful, I just needed to focus my attention and I could solve it. Life's riddle came to me in an instant. Like I could do the crossword without the clues. 

Spontaneously generated in my cranium, blooming like a geranium and enriched like uranium. The koan suddenly became clear, like a map to the stars homes, I instantly knew the reason why we're here.

"Perception requires duality."

I heard it in a rap song. It can't be wrong. It was a throwaway verse, but I should have known it all along. It's inherent, it permeates our reality. Without existence, there would simply be nothing to see. Kind of a no-brainer, a preliminary before attending pre-school. 

But I've stumbled around and around trying to figure out why things have to be the way they are. Why is there a me and why is there a you? 

The "why" is a "because" and, if true, the corollaries would naturally follow. You can't even say love is the answer. Without an object, love doesn't mean anything. 

To have perception you must have separation. Something to perceive and someone to do the seeing. Or else you just have a self-aware gelatinous blob in the infinity of gelatinous blobness that is the entirety of everything. 

Even that model of non-duality is linguistically flawed. Everything means lots of things, distinct from one another yet making up a whole. That can't happen without the duality within the non-duality. Like trying to draw a picture using only one dimension. No reference point, no definition. 

Good defines bad, bad defines good, hot summer nights and cool autumn breezes and rats and cheeses and everything under the sun and the moon is in tune. It's a symphony, a cacophony, a jigsaw puzzle, and it's what's for lunch. Get used to it, it's going to be around for a while.

Well, it made sense to me while I was out walking and mentally composing my shopping list: eggs, turmeric, cinnamon, kitty litter...