Imagine that your brain were shaped like two overlapping ovals—like a pair of eyes turned inward. One oval focuses on thought, the other on sensation. Where they meet in the center is a space of convergence—a blending you might call thoughtsation—the place where ideas and felt experience are no longer separate, but intertwined.
In that shared center, the veil between the manifest and the unmanifest begins to thin. It’s a place of awareness—not just of what is happening, but of what connects it all.
In Jewish mysticism, the quality that emerges in such a space is called Kavod—honor, presence, dignity, radiance. Kavod is the weight of holiness, the felt sense of divine significance in what seems ordinary.
To honor a moment is to perceive its full depth: not rushing past it, not evaluating it—just giving it the fullness of your attention.
To honor your shoes is to recognize the comfort and protection they offer each step.
To honor another person is to recognize the way they mirror something true in you.
To honor the tree is to see its offering of shade and nourishment.
To honor the cobblestones is to recognize how they hold you above the mud.
To honor sound is to feel the vibration that bridges distance.
To honor light is to acknowledge the miracle of visibility.
Every thing, every being, every breath, every moment—worthy of Kavod.
Now imagine turning yourself inside out—not metaphorically, but viscerally. Imagine if your inner organs became your skin—your intestines exposed to the air, your lungs laid open to light and wind. Imagine the intensity of sensation: raw, unfiltered, unprotected.
Your skin is what keeps the inner and outer apart. It lets in just enough for survival, just enough for sensation—but shields you from being overwhelmed.
And so it is with your ego. Your personality, your roles, your preferences—they form a kind of skin for the mind and heart. A boundary. A filter. A container.
But sometimes, in moments of deep presence, that skin becomes translucent. And like the overlapping ovals of thought and sensation, something new is revealed.
In that overlap—in that thin, sacred space—you begin to see through the ordinary. And what shines through is Kavod.
The honor of being.
The honor of seeing.
The honor of this moment.
Every grain of experience becomes the whole beach.
Spiritual Gravity 