Unbounded

Seems reasonable to me that true appreciation of any given situation begins with viewing whatever it is without the boundaries, the limitations of words, instead looking to experience the boundless concept as it actually is rather than the vowels & consonants that represent it in a limited world. 

Which gets me thinking about how stunted the life of a typical public school student is in our current day.  The focus of publicly-funded education is to cram as many words & numbers  >data< into lesson plans, with no breathing room for discussion or consideration.  Recess is practically unknown in most schools; phys ed now largely limited to certain marquis sports; arts & music & theater – fluff – are the first things to be cut, when they should be the last.  

Students are left with words & left without the open space                                                                                needed for them to make any sense.

Which leads me to my own school.  Seems strange the Bryn Athyn schools don’t instruct students in meditation from the earliest years.  Feels like something that would be natural, even generations ago.   

Now that I think about it, have been stumped by how my birth faith stresses reading & seems dismissive (at best) or condemning (at worst) toward wordless intuition.  

IMHO, the General Church seems shackled by the very words                                                                        which should be liberating. 

There are a limited number of letters in my native language, a finite number of words in existence, far less ones I know, way fewer the ones I use.  But when I see a beautiful sunset lighting the cathedral a deep rosy gold, everything registers in my mind & on my heart without grasping for the right phrasing.  It just is.  Expressed but wordless.