Well, the journey to Costa Rica went well if a little long. As I finally woke up and left the Guest House, a backpackers’ hostel in San Jose, to cross the street where breakfast was waiting, I found this flower that invited me to take its picture. So much greenery with occasional flowers such as this, a difference from the white, blues, browns and greys of the prairies at this time of year. I noticed how my eye was attracted to the light of the flower as it contrasted with the darker background.
Last night as we flew south over Mexico and Central America, I was able to also note the singular points of lights that made up villages, towns and cities in the darkness. I thought of taking a photo but decided against it. My camera isn’t good enough to do these scenes justice. But then again, the image was burned into my head so that is okay as well.
Of course, the image made me think of consciousness as being similarly a point of light in the surrounding darkness of the unconscious. From the heights looking down, there was so much darkness – the collective unconscious is a powerful and immense darkness. I thought that perhaps the cities of Mexico City and San Jose would somehow create a collective consciousness, but what I saw instead was almost countless individual lights that stayed separate.
This shouldn’t have surprised me. In our individual consciousness we are forever alone and unique though we are in proximity to others. Somehow, we can never fully bridge the darkness to create a double light, a collective light. At least not in this version of beingness.