Have you heard the story of the Blind Men and the Elephant? It's a parable which dates back to around 500BC to a Tibetan Buddhist text called the Tittha Sutta. It goes a little something like this:
Six blind men are brought to examine an elephant that has come to their village.
The first man touches the trunk and says that the elephant is like a thick snake.
The second man touches the tusk and says that the elephant is like a spear.
The third man touches the ear and says that the elephant is like a fan.
The fourth man touches the leg and says that the elephant is like a tree.
The fifth man touches the side and says the elephant is like a wall.
The sixth man touches the tail and says the elephant is like a rope.
Each of the blind men is convinced that he is right, and that everyone else is wrong.
That elephant is creation and each of my experiences is one of those men running their blind hands along a different part of a whole. There is no one place to begin reading through these articles, because each of these articles are a mere droplet in an ocean of experiences that can be had in our movement back towards the source. Where appropriate, I have tried to group them according to relevance. But the joy in my experiences have come from the realisations that arose from the seemingly random order of occurence which to me, on hindsight, has been like a gradual revealing of a jigsaw puzzle whose final shape I will never know but have always been. But even so, my hope, in presenting my experiences and thoughts in this format, is that even if perhaps we may not experience the elephant together, atleast we might find something resembling a walrus.