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I first heard the term, 'Cosmic Consciousness' in a book by Leonard Shlain, called Art and Physics, about the guy who wrote the book and um coined the term, before the first world war, (Burke? Is his name Burke?)- anyways, I can't for the life of me find it at the moment, else I would more properly cite it; but forgive if my use of the term seems incorrect or if anything at all for whatever reason seems unacceptable.
10 Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them.
I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure,
For my heart rejoiced in all my labor;
And this was my reward from all my labor.
11 Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done
And on all the labor in which I had toiled;
And indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind.
There was no profit under the sun.
My cat Loki doesn't do much. She basically sits and lays down; she cleans herself well, keeps herself well nourished. She sleeps on the ground, using my blanket as a pillow. She seems happy.
We humans have a compulsive tendency to evaluate our experience using often irrelevant, sometimes even arbitrary expectations. We have built the entire structure of our failing system on these expectations. It is a wonder any of us can be happy.
I found my cat hungry and flea bitten, in a garbage can, over five years ago, chewing on a stick. That seemed to me like more than enough reason to take her in, to nourish her with sufficient food and gentle company.
How much does it take to make one happy? When will we have earned the right? Haven't we already been born? If not to be happy, then for what purpose? Do we have to endlessly pursue happiness, or can we just have it? How to accomplish this? Let us consider the situation of my cat.