Surf Life with Tom Morey

Perhaps you and I are something like compositions, concepts, ideas, tunes, or maybe just alphabetic letters in/of the Mind of one spacelesss, timeless, placeless Being.

Meanwhile, each tiny atom is encapsulated in its own tiny electron cloud; a minuscule prison. Each infinitesimally small prison is coupled to the next to create a vast network of prisons which our cloudy thinking has allowed us and our children to believe is reality.

We ‘melodies’, ‘jingles’, ‘lyrics’, are submersed in this vast electron cloud network. We see, feel, hear, taste and smell this cloud as so called ‘reality’. But it is not.

Neither you nor I, this or that president or radical revolutionary is ever going to very much change this Sea of Rubbish and Excrement. But, to the extent we imagine ourselves as surfers of the waves of this sea, this sea of so called ‘matter’, ‘energy’, ‘space’, and time, instead of thinking that we are the ever-changing waves; to the extent we then practice the art of surfing this place rather than complaining about it, about being caught in the soup or going over the falls and the like; to such an extent, we are evermore alive and freed.