After some Islamic terrorists blew up a building that produced a French parody magazine, killing some French satirists, the world for a while proclaimed, “Je suis Charlie.”  While that translates to say, “I am Charlie” (the name of the magazine whose building was blown up … not the people killed), it really said, “I am about freedom.”

Freedom is a concept that is not worth dying for.  I rationalize that because I believe in reincarnation.  Reincarnation is not by choice (we are not “free” to choose what happens to our eternal souls), but by our souls being forced to return to the physical plane, due to our past decisions of “free will” in the “slave state” of matter.

The way I see it, a starving baby in Africa is more free than anyone else in the world.  It is free of a slavery to food … because there is none available.  It is free of knowing any foreign concepts or philosophies taught to it, which contradict one another, causing the dilemma of slavery to a false idea.  A dying baby is free to transit the evolution of human life, from birth to death, without ever knowing slavery to material things, including a forced slavery to some form of work for income … legitimate or not.  It is free to die without having to experience years of pain and suffering caused by a world that just does not care that another baby has been born into the world.  A starving and dying baby is free of having to choose if it helps babies like it live … to suffer more.

The soul in a starving African baby has committed no sins of lust, greed, pride, wrath, vanity or (indeed) gluttony.  It only knows sloth as the way to exit this world; and it cannot help but feel sadness from the cries of its mother and its own pains of dying.

Freedom only makes it harder for all those already born to get what he, she, or it wants … beyond the natural needs of air, water, food, shelter, clothing and someone that cares for you to be holding you when you die.

I believe it is important to be able to see how easy it is to be misled, to forget what is needed to be remembered, and to be too lazy to think things out.  Thus, the name of this blog is the French verb apercevoir, which (basically) means, “to see.”  Still, more than being able to see clearly, apercevoir means “to glimpse.”  From that definition comes the intent of these posts.

Sometimes the things we look directly at are less apparent than they need to be.  Sometimes, if you look at something from the corner of your eye, you can catch a glimpse of what it there, hidden behind a mask.  This blog is about whispering (or maybe even shouting at times) to “look deeper.”



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