At some point in my own contemplative journey, I observed that all subjective states are equally generated and contingent. They’re all equally, in other words, just lines in a sort of drawing or painting.
Like many meditative/phenomenological insights, it came as a flash and then faded, leaving me with a memory of a direction that might be fruitfully explored.
Even after its felt impact faded, though; its intellectual significance remained.
I realized that ‘normal’ and ‘ordinary’, like all subjectively imputed characteristics, are generated and assigned to phenomena.
The drama, it increasingly seemed to me, was not in phenomena themselves, but in the consciousness that weaves the tapestry of phenomena and experience.
Gradually, ‘ordinariness’ and ‘normalcy’ themselves came to be seen as cleverly disguised miracles; equal in bizarreness to any other generated perception. Just another set of colors in this unexplainable painting.