Sangha of Auspicious Companions

In Flatland, a 19th-century novel, a humble square lives in a two-dimensional world. One day, it meets a mysterious visitor—a sphere. But the square, limited by its flat perception, sees only a circle growing and shrinking, unable to grasp the fuller dimension right before its eyes. So too, we humans are shaped by the limits of our senses and systems. Bees see ultraviolet. Platypuses sense electric fields. And here we are—scrolling through endless rectangles of distraction—risking a great forgetting. Forgetting that we are not pixels or profiles, but pulsing, multidimensional beings.

In a world seduced by speed, shaped by transactions, and flattened by algorithmic certainty, what happens to wonder? To grace? To the quiet symphony of nuance and mystery that once guided our becoming?