Tuesday, June 2, 2026
A single human seems to be a foreground object, something that “sticks out.” We seem to have been brought out of a texture, an independently humming background that operates separately from the human which is “in it.” It’s as if what goes on in the background has nothing to do with me, that “thing” that sticks out of it.
It’s as if the background from which we emerge goes only as far as the moment of conception in the Fallopian tubes. Our backgrounds, if contemplated more deeply, extend as far back as time itself, to our virgin point of origin – the parentless background which seems entirely dependent upon our foreground perception of it!
There are no backgrounds without foregrounds in a relative sense. If you look out the window, what’s the background that allows you to “select” the viewing of a tree? It might be the neighbor’s home. What’s the background that allows you see your neighbor’s home? The Sky? What’s the background which allows you to see that? The foreground allows you to see the sky.
If your background goes only to your birth, you might consider that only partially true. Human consciousness is a selection system looking at a very narrow spectra of what otherwise is a blob. Our perceptions allow us to select, much like a pianist selects keys on a piano keyboard. Play all the keys at once and you get a blob.
Your perspective seems locked into a tiny keyhole of “me and what I experience.” If you feel you “stick out” of the texture, you’ll suffer. Blend. Feel and trust the connective presence out of which you seem to stick out.
You’re not free from that which makes you appear as a foreground object. Go deeper into your so-called background and lose yourself in the virgin, unoriginal nature of thought, idea, impulse, and all things.