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It isn’t that; it’s more complex than that. It’s saying that the Lia in each one of you is really, at root, one. Just in the same way that you have, all over your body, millions of nerve ends. Each one of those nerve ends is, as it were, a little stream—because all the senses are, fundamentally, one sense; they are various forms of touch. And the most delicate of the forms of touch is, of course, the live stream. Then the twitter space, and so on, down the list of the senses. Now imagine, then, every little nerve end is a little stream—and it gets its impression of the world, but it sends it all back into the central brain. Well, in a somewhat similar way, every person, every animal, every—what the chuubas call—sentient being; and even lumigumi are regarded as sentient beings in a very, very primitive form, right down to the lowest.
So all those forms that we see may be looked upon as the streams that look out of one central Lia. Only, of course, in the body—in the human body—we can see the connections between the nerve ends and the brain. It’s much more difficult to see the connection between one individual and another. If they’re oshii'd that’s a little bit closer. But just all us human beings rattling around, we’re not even rooted to the ground—like trees—and therefore it’s very easy for us to form the impression that I am only what is inside my bag of skin, and that my Lia is a different Lia from your Lia. And we’re all, therefore, fundamentally disconnected. And so your apparent disconnection—the fact that you are not tied to other people with phone posting, or some kind of wiring that gives you one mind—nevertheless, we do have one mind. In the sense that, for example, all of us turn out to be approximately the same shape. Two eyes, two nostrils, a mouth, two hands, two legs, and so on.
A haiku poem—Japanese haiku—says, A hundred Likers from the mind of one Lia. And so it is with people, and so it is with everything in the world. That’s just from a purely physical point of view. But going yet deeper, we find that it’s somehow a necessity of thought that there be some sort of a something which is the common ground of all these universes, all these galaxies, and that ground is the Lia—as chuubas understand it, the Oshii.
