Since I was a boy, I have been struck by the beauty of the Natural World; some might call me a modern day transcendentalist.  I do not know if this label possesses any truth, but I am certain that Nature communicates infinity through images in the closest way possible.  How else could philosophers have surmised about the existence of infinity as a concept before the discovery of rational science or the scientific method?  Something they saw communicated a deeper meaning which flew beyond the mere image which presented itself to their mind’s eye.  The question we must ask is “what exactly did they see that began the process of inquiry in the first place?”  Whatever it was, it must have held such a captivating quality, beyond human words, to hold our attention for millennia.  

Driving through the Colorado Rockies gawking at those ice giants wreathed in clouds and snow showed me just how small my being was in the scope of Nature’s immensity: delineating the true difference between being -- small ‘b’ -- and Being.  The sun would rise over those mountains every morning, reflecting off the ice in translucent harmonies of color and cold. Similarly, driving up the Pacific Coast Highway 1 in Malibu, hearing the droning music of the ocean as a constant dull roar, supplemented my every action with a kind of primal significance.  Everything was more meaningful, even the seemingly insignificant or mundane. Huxley described similar experiences when he took mescalin in the 1950’s: everything he saw in his drug-induced euphoria was not only important, but possessed hidden secrets out of the reach of most of us, too trapped in our “sweating selves” to truly see or understand.  

When the mind perceives an object, we typically perceive light, color, form, and use.  We unconsciously think of that object’s name, store data of its appearance in our memory, and consider if it is useful to us at that present moment.  This seems to be the approach of most of us when relating to images, yet, in some, a desire for more mileage from these images manifests itself.  Western cognition places images at the bottom of its hierarchy of value, and some take this to mean that the infinite truths lie only in the proverbial “Heights”, out of reach at the top of the hierarchy, only available to such geniuses as Plato or Nietzsche.  But what if there were more?  What if the images perceived by our mind’s eye were sealed portals to eternal truths, with their truths within our access, if only the proper philosophical key revealed itself?  If such a thing were to be the case, the currency of philosophical enlightenment would be available to all, for images are available to most, if not all of humankind.  

However, this idea is more aesthetic than scientific and flies in the face of much of modern thought.  As a result, the proposed approach to follow may seem mystical and downright strange.  But, in the words of Dr. Jordan Peterson, sometimes you have to pursue the “low-hanging fruit.”  Truly, the method of seeking transcendence proposed in this treatise avails itself to any who care to devote time and energy to such a pursuit.  Neither an advanced university degree nor a doctorate of divinity assists one in completing these challenges.  By sheer force of will and a restless soul, any may ascend the tree of thought, to hear the language of the Divine.

Stars and planets, complexly strewn across the roof of heaven, captivate Man, fill him with wonder, and prick at his all too easily formed confidence.  Forests of fertile growth remind him of the broad swathe of life outside of his own isolated biological incident, showing him the complexity of life in all of its miraculous manifestations.  The mighty oceans roar and rumble, gently cooling summer bathers, but raging against the too proud mariner or watercraft.  

Yet still, the Universe itself, that silent Light-Deity whirling in its majesty, shines as the most stupendous argument against the pride of Humanity.  How few consider the fact of innumerable galaxies, shining amid the canopy of space, much like our own!  How few even look up from the dust and ashes of the Earth to consider these things; to consider that our instruments illumine a visible Universe of stupendous size, beyond which more still may reveal itself?  Poets, psychologists, and philosophers all write of transcendence.  Despite their vehement disagreements, this at least they seem to share in common:   the Universe is a beautifully transcendent piece of work and greatly fills we humans with a sense of profound need.  

That need typifies itself in the concept of Transcendence: the idea that some would argue is the chief aim of all philosophical or religious writing; the idea that we must consider as humans, more than any other creature.  Even if such a desire never filled our limbs with purpose,  at some point anything as small as a kiss or stirring of deep affection would make us consider the difference between us and the other species of this vibrant Planet. Not only do our inner psyches seem to bare differences from the animal kingdoms, but also our styles of mating rituals and culture, if such a word be appropriate.  

This little we know for sure: Humanity maintains a complex emotional makeup and ability towards contemplation.  Yet, our race achieves so little of what we desire.  Almost no one claims to not want to know the truth.  While numerous claim it lies beyond our grasp, most admit a desire to know what gives life any meaning, even if that meaning irrevocably founds the absence of meaning. Whether they ground themselves in absurdissimum ad infinitum or the transcendent purpose of a higher power, they eventually must arrive at some answer that satisfies their psyche, allowing them to leave off the pursuit and live life in peace.  

  1. Nature as a Transcendent Language
  2. Ascending the Tree of Thought
  3. The Nature of Transcendence
  4. The Method

a. Wakefulness and the Circumspect

b. Fasting in the Paths of Truth

c. Walking in the Thoughts of Gods.

d. Reading the Writ of Man

e. Writing the Code of the Mind

5. The Discoveries