detachment: definition and introduction to the concepts of mind, mindlessness and no mind with some insights into the nature of memories
Detachment defined -- all the world's a stage
We, each of us, the living Tao, but who is our unconscious inner Director
and how many times do we even hear this Self let alone heed what we hear?
Do we allow the play that is our life to unfold, guided by our transpersonal senses, or is the mind stuck in our individual reaction to one of the other players on the stage of life?
Detachment -- definition
Detachment is a state mental separation from the world and withdrawal from association with surrounding things; a freedom or aloofness from ordinary concerns or emotional commitments; a sense of impartiality, that power of comprehending the other man's point of view; of not being blinded by prejudice; of having no fatuous illusions.
All the world's a stage
and all the men and women, merely players.They have their exits and their entrances,
and each one in their time plays many parts."
So wrote William Shakespeare 400 odd years ago in "As you like it"
The Play
When I go to the theatre to enjoy a play, I can sit back and watch the scene unravel before me .. I see an overall picture as presented by the director .. the interwoven matrix of personalities that go up to make the complete story ..
Parts of me resonate with the story line, parts of me identify momentarily with different characters. The props and the scenery add a dimension to the overall impact, as I perceive them through my senses.
The director of the play steps back from the written word and takes a "higher perspective" .. seeing this weft and warp of the weave .. the Tantra existing in the moment as each player contributes to the whole.
Detachment
As I sit in the audience, swept up in this detachment, I experience the emotions, the highs and the lows .. yet time does not stand still.
But what would happen if I jumped up on the stage and tried to take over the role of one of the actors because I thought I knew the lines better .. or because I knew my training in acting was better than someone else's?
What then would happen to the Tantra set in motion by the director around the individual facets of the tools he had to work with at the time .. actors individually honed and polished .. not for individual performance, but for the overall presentation.
What happens when I sit in the audience and focus on the part played by one particular actor or actress .. how many of the nuances of the interplays will pass unnoticed ..
How much Life will I miss
We, each of us, is a living Tantra -- living out the warp and weft of the weave of life.
Who is our unconscious inner Director ..
and how many times do we even hear this director
let alone heed what we hear ..
Do we allow the play to unfold ..
or are we stuck on our individual reaction to one of the other players .. or one of the props ..
To whom do we give the power of God or Goddess ..
and is this God or Goddess an archetype of Mother or Father ..
merely some other actor to whom we have handed the responsibility for the staging of our own life's play ...
thus abdicating our own directorship .. defining our own expression of our potential and who we really are by someone else's rules through our attachment to recreating our past in the present moment ..?