The Lines in Marble II
As Rolfers™, we've earned a reputation, or ten. We probably deserve at least two of them. I flatter myself to think I have deserved at least this: a true concern for (W)holism. Consider a client stiffly striding into company headquarters to complain of a sore neck: it is tempting to squelch the cervical mutiny with an ulnar blade & call it "the way of the elbow." But this is not the whole picture & it's not holistic. Indeed, I do my client a disservice when I lose perspective in this way—collapsing my attention down upon a single symptom & forgetting the cause, not to mention the sacred synergy of a living being.
So instead (if it is a good day), perhaps I set to work on her left ankle, which, in neglecting to bend in response to the vicissitudes of the terrain, represents the silent instigator of the insurrection—the true progenitor of the whole catastrophe.
"My neck hurts, so you work on my ankle?"
This is not uncommon for my client's incredulous response. It's ironic because pain so often belies the problem—
The world consistently flouts our expectations of it.
Things as they seem often conceal things as they are.
But if one really considers it, what's even more ironic than the sudden revelation of insidious compartmentalization is this even felt like a surprise in the first place: subjectively, global connectivity & interdependence often appear to us like novel concepts. Nevertheless, from an objective viewpoint, unconditioned by reductionistic prejudices, such a conception couldn't be more obvious. It's ironic that it's ironic; irony pouring in by the bucket-full.
Da Vinci expresses this philosophy with divine clarity:
“Learn to see. Realize that everything connects to everything else.”
The lines in marble are just constellations in a singular sky.
By convention of thought & language, we divide the said heaven & the world below. We sunder, slice, & partition our experience, cleaving reality into innumerable separate units, which we then take to be discreet objects.
Echoing Da Vince are the extraordinary words of Lord Rangjung Dorje, third Karmapa:
“Perceptions, which never existed in themselves, are mistaken for objects.”
We cut things up & then say, "They were made of pieces." And then we forget that we did it in the first place.
Conflating convention with truth, we consequently ignore Da Vinci's counsel. We neglect the unity behind all stipulated particulars. Where, indeed, does the ankle end & the leg begin? The hip, the trunk, the chest, the neck...? After all, it's all one body. Where do I end? Where does the world begin? Am I not a piece of this said world, quarantined only by verbal artifice, enchanted by the spell of language? Neck & Ankle, Self & Other, Mind & Matter—when we learn to look with Da Vinci's eyes, such antitheses dissolve. All chronic strain of mind and body, once concomitant with our efforts to sustain such grand illusion, naturally subsides as well with the dissolution of its cause. The storm clouds of conceptualization fade. The boundless sky appears, always there but now revealed, immaculate, speckled with stars & constellations like the lines in marble.
Mona-Vinci:
An image of the Monalisa with a partial sketch of Leonardo Da Vinci overlayed.
