Our Own Sargasso

Spontaneous in appearance: 

it seems Aristotle studied the eel in depth and came to the belief that it was a species not born of its own kind, but arrived through some spontaneous appearance, complete, yet in early stages of the eel it would grow to be. Of course he was wrong in this conclusion - but only in a certain way. 

everything is spontaneous in appearance.

eels are mysterious, a traveling creature of great distance, and from a world away they once again return to their place of birth, the Sargasso sea. and complete their life cycle. No one knows exactly why, their sudden urge to mate, give life, and only in the great sea of their origin. 

the world is full of such magic. 

our own lives are just as magical and come from mystery too - we appear as spontaneously as Aristotle's eels, conscious, complete in our potential. Our start is emptiness, with no appearance of a self, nor note of present form. But somehow, here we are. We have our own Sargasso sea, the emptiness of our origin, it's call for our return. Our lives are lived through its presence, and unlike the eel, we never stray at all. Our return home is made through seeing, to recognize that we emerge from emptiness to form but never truly leave it behind. We're a spontaneous appearance, as mysterious as any eel, navigating through the world of form. At some point, the sea always claims its own. 

and that's how we awaken, just as spontaneously - the sea appears again, we find ourselves amidst an emptiness that is really not void, but teeming with a world potential. Everything comes from this, stays in its inherent formless nature, and wakes to its presence all along. 

the Sargasso is our present moment. 

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Peace, Eric