Wisdom

Wisdom
The synthesis of wisdom from experience is the abstraction of reality into relationships between the tangible and perception of the tangible, the seeing of sight. In music, relationships between notes form chords, a musical substance. In particle physics, researchers are revealing that there is a physical manifestation of relationship, that the most elementary units of matter are harmonies. Wisdom extract too consists solely of relationship. Wisdom is derived from experience when the thinker abandons dependence on transient happenings and allows the bridge beneath his feet to collapse because he knows he can fly. Intelligence is the ability to jump, to make the abstraction from experience to wisdom. We are most intelligent at birth, before the neuronal patterns of abuse, distrust and gluttony (a panic state of imagined need) have been strobed into our brains. Still, such primordial intelligence is powerless; only the taint of experience excerises talent into skill. Experience is the sand from which the wisest glass is ground. In their infancy, our parents construct a network of expectation from which we build our perceptual consciousness, a circuitry of inhibition and fear. To the dismay of our times, it may take more than one life to outgrow those injuries which prevent an honest appraisal of reality. The skills mastered in one lifetime build the talents of the next. Similarly the abuses suffered now, like a recessive gene, carry future-born timidity. Wisdom is a loss of inhibition, a detachment from and elevation above reality which brings comfort even in paradox. Despite the limitations implied by uncertainty and other dramatic proofs of universal unpredictability, the natural mood is to enjoy the world in an untroubled separation from happenstance. In wisdom, we hope the most, and are never disappointed by the chaotic musings of god. The man who spends too much time in experience drowns in it, the addict. He who never interacts with the tangible never learns to swim, the demented. The wise man is occasionally delighted when he finds meaning in experience, but is mostly just porous to drivel.

The synthesis of wisdom from experience is the abstraction of reality into relationships between the tangible and perception of the tangible, the seeing of sight. In music, relationships between notes form chords, a musical substance. In particle physics, researchers are revealing that there is a physical manifestation of relationship, that the most elementary units of matter are harmonies. Wisdom extract too consists solely of relationship.

Wisdom is derived from experience when the thinker abandons dependence on transient happenings and allows the bridge beneath his feet to collapse because he knows he can fly. Intelligence is the ability to jump, to make the abstraction from experience to wisdom. We are most intelligent at birth, before the neuronal patterns of abuse, distrust and gluttony (a panic state of imagined need) have been strobed into our brains. Still, such primordial intelligence is powerless; only the taint of experience excerises talent into skill. Experience is the sand from which the wisest glass is ground.

In their infancy, our parents construct a network of expectation from which we build our perceptual consciousness, a circuitry of inhibition and fear. To the dismay of our times, it may take more than one life to outgrow those injuries which prevent an honest appraisal of reality. The skills mastered in one lifetime build the talents of the next. Similarly the abuses suffered now, like a recessive gene, carry future-born timidity.

Wisdom is a loss of inhibition, a detachment from and elevation above reality which brings comfort even in paradox. Despite the limitations implied by uncertainty and other dramatic proofs of universal unpredictability, the natural mood is to enjoy the world in an untroubled separation from happenstance. In wisdom, we hope the most, and are never disappointed by the chaotic musings of god.

The man who spends too much time in experience drowns in it, the addict. He who never interacts with the tangible never learns to swim, the demented. The wise man is occasionally delighted when he finds meaning in experience, but is mostly just porous to drivel.