Saw a nice photo sequence recently at The Guardian on The demolition of the Market Estate which had me wondering: What is the space in the room, the space we’ve inhabited, become fully habituated to (possibly for a very long time), once the demolition crews arrive? And afterwards, how has that space changed?
Said an ex-resident:
It’s just overwhelming. Everything we’ve seen and done here comes to this end. It’s very moving.
And said two sages:
That which permeates all, which nothing transcends and which, like the universal space around us, fills everything completely from within and without, that Supreme non-dual Brahman –that thou are. (Shankara)
The person merely appears to be, like the space within the pot appears to have the shape and volume and smell of the pot. (Nisargadatta Maharaj)
