POSTCARD#329: Bangkok: Completed the cataract surgery in one eye, and waiting now for the second one, thus going around in a one-eyed condition. What I’m seeing through the right eye is a wonderful enhancement, a brightened-up version of everything… hard to believe. Close the right eye, look through the left and the world is a dull, indistinct, old, yellowed photograph. Just to confirm this, I close the left eye and look through the right again and it’s like the Nat Geo channel, as clear as the iPhone X 458 pixels per inch; the techno-device metaphor used to describe physical reality.
The world is an analogy, a figure of speech, a conceptual metaphor. In my case the lens in one eye is a tiny piece of sophisticated plastic – in the same way, someone might have an artificial leg, or a dental crown. No difference, except that you walk around with an artificial leg, you chew with a dental crown but I’m seeing the world through this artificial lens. The artificial lens is a functioning part of the cognitive process.
Light passes through the lens, images appear, mind considers all this, based on received experience of similar images and selects a file, saying, ‘what you see is like this’. It resembles something that’s familiar, so I re-cognize it, and that’s what it becomes – whether it is really what I think it is, or not. The metaphor pushes the whole thing over the edge; one thing becomes another. There’s that thing out there and ‘me’ in here, looking at it; ‘I’ am on the receiving end, therefore conscious experience ‘is’ individual identity: ‘I think, therefore I am. “cogito ergo sum”
The assumption is that the ‘self’ is a fixed reality and everything coming through the senses is real; sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, cognition – and it’s all coming to (((me))). I like it, I want it, I want more of it, or I hate it, I don’t want it. This is how it is, I get all the joy but also the pain, the good and the bad, love and hate, heaven and hell – thus I have to spend a major part of my life (maybe many lifetimes) having to cope with these polarizations that I accidentally created, thinking I was doing the right thing.
Buddhists say this is not it. Thoughts can exist in the absence of a guiding “self” – obvious to anyone engaged in the practice of Buddhist meditation: cogito ergo non sum! What can I do about it? How to be free of it, to not be a slave to it? In some circumstances, taking an indirect approach means simply the intention to be mindful is enough, sufficient to disengage from the automatic reaction. Not caught up in the experience of it, one step removed, just knowing that this is how it is; that’s all. Knowing it takes the place of not knowing it. Step by step, experiencing how to do it… words cannot go any further.
“Emphasis is laid on the principle that this (same) thought-complex is an aggregate or combination of such factors, and nothing more… there is no permanent entity or self which acquires the states”. [From a footnote in the English translation of the Dhamma Sangani, by Caroline Rhys Davids, 1900] Explained further in the Atthasalini, a 5th century commentary by Buddhaghosa: “… here there are only states: no permanent being, no soul is known. These are mere states without essence, without a guiding principle… there is nothing else whatever, neither a being, nor an individuality, nor a man, nor a person.”
Beautiful post Tiramit. best of luck on #2…
Thanks David, good to know you’re in this world
Just so. 🙂 And beautifully described.
Words outline a framework and that seems to be enough…
Maybe I’m getting tired and old
“I” of the beholder? I see nothing amiss in your post.
Thanks Ben for these words of encouragement – sometimes one feels quite alone
Enjoy a virtual hug from Cockermouth. 🙂
Congratulations on the new bionic lens — my mother had cataract surgery a few years ago, and she had similar (if not quite as eloquent) reflections. It also allowed her to let go of her need for corrective glasses for a very nearsighted vision she’d had since childhood. She was quite agog with the reality of not needing to reach for her glasses first thing in the morning, just to see what time it was. 🙂
Glad to see you post, and I’m sorry we’d missed seeing each other in Bangkok — it was the one day my body said “uncle” and where extra-curriculars beyond what was necessary (flight from the islands to Bangkok) were not really doable. I appreciated your understanding, and I do hope there’d be other opportunities. Now that I know the way to beautiful, complicated, fascinating Thailand. 🙂 Na’ama
Good to hear from you, Na’ama – and your mum’s reflection on the bionic lenses – stepping into a new reality. I missed seeing you, a step into the outside world for a time, but don’t give it an extra thought. I’ll be reading your daily poems and that’s an opportunity.
Take care of yourself
Thank you! 🙂 You take care of you, too! (And the bionic eye/s… :))
Thanks for sharing. I knew my cataract surgery would let me see more clearly and be less sensitive to glare but I did not realize it would re-energize my joy in color! I *should* have known, because the natural lens yellows with age even for people who do not have cataracts. But wow…blue and purple were so much brighter and it really made the whole spectrum more engaging. Anyway, I thought you might like this post on metaphor. https://petersironwood.com/2018/12/12/metaphors-we-live-by-and-die-by/