Specialization

Wherever pure awareness touches, it creates abundance; 

In solving problems we uncover deep connections to areas of knowledge we would have thought never existed. 

It furnishes the collective psyche.  

The collective psyche is a store of information that can be extracted for solving problems. 

The configuration in which the memory has been extracted predisposes you to certain patterns of behaviour;  that is karma. 

This is also the specialist; Born into a location, into specific patterns of thought, action, movement, dance, technology creates a liking, an orientation towards these. 

The focus on any pattern, beyond necessity is not love, it is attachment, desperation or insistence. 

Like how the action of thought is forcing the framework I just cognized the beginning of with this post to come into being. 

There is no reason for this exposition to continue, and it requires some actual narrowing of my focus to actually bring it to fruition; yet I continue to do this, almost as if I have no choice. 

Is it the religious ecstasy? to be taken so much by a line of thought that you have no choice but to complete it? What I know is that it asks for your whole being and leaves you with nothing at the end of it. 

That is the curse of the specialist as compared to the generalist. 

The generalist can let the intelligence that is a seed inside bloom; Take that from the collective psyche which is needed to live, and nothing else; for excessive knowledge is a curse and a smokescreen for the truth. 

And in the subtle navigation through the teetering alleyways, with a perfect understanding of the specific things that are required; In that process the generalist is really living. 

The specialist suffers; As a researcher, I will be hailed as one of the greats iff I give my whole life to a certain field and a problem to come towards a solution. 

A progressively more winding path into the depths of life's mysteries. The only way to continue down the same path is to narrow down your attention and focus even further, and in that narrowing and constriction - there is often a violence.

Like these words, which are narrowing down at a progressively more intense understanding of the operation of the brain, there is intensity in them and a certain violence. To wrestle with the chaos and create meaning out of it. 

But if one is so inclined, that becomes fun; an intense dance between their masculine and feminine aspects, one imposing order and the other unfolding even further to show depths of chaos that one could never have imagined. 

This is the essence of the word maya not in the translation as illusory but as magic. There is a magic in this inherent polarity of binary opposition. The meaning is perhaps in the relations between these two bedrocks of existence. 

The human's life itself is a magnetic polarity walking the middle path between them. 

The generalist of today is also a specialist - in the mere consideration of the fact that survival in our society itself requires a mileu of skills which are storehouses of practical information for survival. 

To live a life honestly then, is to not specialise more than what one's nature demands even when everyone around us seems to force us into it. 

As soon as the path ahead demands us to inflict violence, upon ourselves or the other - a type of violence that we are aware of (the counterexample my brain thought of was that of a competitive examination today; the incentives must be positioned correctly - to give an exam like that for the purpose of refining the truth of your brain or for learning as much as possible about something instead of for the reason of being the person who cleared that exam); We have gone astray.

At that point, life loses its mystery, its charm. It becomes a boring drag or constant suffering. 

There is also the other end, where we feel insipidity, stagnation. 

It can be understood, in the context of a relationship between the masculine and feminine aspects. 

The feminine cares and supports the masculine, yet when the masculine becomes embraced too hard it is suffocated; Not finding the space, discipline or courage to explore.

When the masculine forces structure onto the feminine it hardens it; they become ruthless and full of ambition, losing the subtelty or tenderness to flow with life.