How it possible to see myself through the eye of another? Doesn’t this say something about our materialistic reality map in which it is assumed everything is made of matter? Matter can’t see me. Can a robot see me. There is something terrifying in the baleful eye of the robot when you realize that the robot is not conscious.
Who am I? Is the only way for me to know the answer through the eye of the Beloved? And who is this Beloved but Me…the One Self, the One Consciousness. Is the Cosmos conscious? Am I the Cosmos awakening to the Cosmos through the eyes of the Beloved? And who is that Beloved but the Cosmos itself. We need a bigger map, one that includes the Subjective I AM.
I remember that moment as if it just happened, even though I was in my early twenties. I was at a carnival lost in the crowd of anonymity, and a carnival barker trying to drum of customers for his boot, pointed to me and looked at me, beckoning me to his lair. I just remember the shock of being seen, of being snatched out of my thought. Now I jump to The Avatar and the Voyage to Pandora and the Navi greeting: I See You.
Elvis had peacock eyes. (metaphor warning). Women always felt Elvis was singing just to them, and when he looked at you he was seeing You. That is the thousand peacock eyes of the “god.” Each eye is looking at you, picking you out, choosing YOU. In the eyes of the Beloved, you are not an object, not a thing, but YOU, the undefined.
We can encounter this EYE is strange places: in a restaurant, at the bus stop. Suddenly, in the look of the other we drop out of our place of exile and into a new world where everything is One.