is this a 'real' danger in understanding a Universal Law

[melanie]

How can people look at a particular situation
(whether "people," "things," or "events")
and come to such completely different conclusions?
How can they hold such different interpretations of reality?
Understanding such differences depends upon recognizing the "power of perception."

None of us sees the events of our lives in a totally objective way.
Our views are determined by our own personal attitudes, values, beliefs and expectations
and our own personal agendas made up of our learned,
but ever-changing, needs, wants, fears, etc.

We then filter everything through this lens that makes up our individual "world view"
and assign meaning to the people, things,
and events in our lives based on our personal interpretation.

So the best way to understand our drastically different interpretations of things
is to recognize the incredible power of the way each of us perceives the events in our lives.
While this is true when it comes to dealing with affairs, it's also applicable to all areas of our lives.

So the next time you hear someone say something that sounds absolutely crazy to you,
you'll get a very different understanding if you realize that each person's perception
makes perfect sense based on their own unique way of viewing the world.

Stopping to consider what has gone into their particular world view
(which determines their perception)
can make a tremendous difference in our ability
to relate to each other more effectively within our families,
at our places of work, and in society as a whole.

[labelwench]

In my mind, each of us will view a Universal law from our own perspective and frame of reference, so that the "one law" will have many facets.

The unification point is where our lines of thought intersect.

Life is about the journey. We don't really want to get to our destination too soon.

For some reason, a line of this poem is stuck in my mind.
I ask your indulgence in posting it here.

Regards,

Labelwench

Selected Writings
of Robert Service

The Spell of the Yukon

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy- I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it-
Came out with a fortune last fall,
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.




No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)
It's the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it's a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there's some as would trade it
For no land on earth- and I'm one.



You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it's been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.



I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That's plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tubmbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o' the world piled on top.



The summer- no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness-
O God! how I'm stuck on it all.



The winter! the Brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by, but I can't.



There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardshipss that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land- oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back- and I will.



They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.
I'll fight- and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell!- but I've been there before;
And it's better than this by a damsite-
So me for the Yukon once more.



There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.


--Robert Service