The Fourth Class

In consideration of the unified nature of reality,
I have had a contemplation.
We like to split the world in three:
              the physical,
              the mental,
              the spiritual.
The physical
              being that which we may "observe"
(whatever that means)
in some real repeatable way.

The mental
              being that which we may consider,
contemplate, and
think
              about.

The spiritual
              being that which we perceive
with our "souls"
or "feelings"
beyond "mere"
physical
or mental
being.

But that distinction
              being arbitrary
implies a fourth class:
that which we cannot
              observe
                          contemplate
                                          or feel.

There is the temptation
to deny the fourth class as being, effectively, nonexistent.

For if it existed and could have an effect on us then we would have to be able to
feel it,
consider it, or
"observe" it
                  in the scientific sense,

Yet this class is created by
our artificially imposed
division of the world by
our method of perceiving

it

So we sever
the Gal
    we like from
the thoughts
    she raises and
the feelings
    she causes.
        None of those things--
the body
    we perceive,
the mind
    we contemplate,
the soul
    we feel
None is the Gal.

By severing,
classifying,
we destroy her.

And what of the fourth class? The not-perceivable?
By considering the Gal we
know it must
exist.

For we know, in all
our human interactions, that there
are aspects of one another

beyond our powers
            to observe
beyond our capacity
            to contemplate
beyond our souls
            to commune

So we return to the
fact: this classification
            by mode of perception is
arbitrary,
enforced
            by us on the
things of the world.

Why
            do we do this? For the
Reason
            we do
Science
Philosophy
Politics
            and
Art: to
Grasp at the
Vaguest fleeting hints of
Knowing. This

why--it tells us
the nature of the world.
The sole, unified nature
            of creation.

It is the unknowable fourth class. A vast
unknowable whole which we may only
comprehend by chop
            ping off bi
                        ts and shov
                                    ing th
em in
to fram
ework
s an
d theo
    ries.

These frameworks and theories take us far. They give us
Medicine
Computers
Airplanes
Stories
Films
Music.

But none are
"Real". They are
Glimpses of creation as
Distinct from
it and from each other as
we are from it and one another.

Not at all
Yet infinitely so.

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