πŸŒ… The Witness and the Surgeon

Reflections from the Sacred Ordinary β€” by Mark E. Hanze β€’ October 2025

Scene: A hospital room, morning light through a thin curtain. Machines hum softly. The heart monitor keeps time. Somewhere, consciousness watches.
Dr. Hassler: Good morning, Mark. How are we feeling today? Mark: The body feels a little nervous; the being inhabiting this particular incarnate is quiet β€” curious, even. How about you? Dr. Hassler: (smiling) Well, that is good to hear. My being will soon be witnessing a cardiothoracic surgeon performing a Ross procedure. Mark: (with a grin) How interesting β€” my being will soon be witnessing a Ross procedure being done by a surgeon. Dr. Hassler: (laughs softly) So, the being watches itself perform upon itself. Quite a loop we are in, would you not say? Mark: Far out, doctor. The infinite doing heart work on the infinite. The scalpel is steady. The breath is steady. The witness remains untouched. Dr. Hassler: Well, here we go. May this play unfold as gracefully as the sunrise. Mark: And as peacefully as the sunset. All of it... just light moving through form. (stage direction) (They both fall silent. The hum of the machines becomes a mantra. In stillness, awareness breathes itself.)
πŸ•ŠοΈ β€œDo not get caught in the melodrama of the moment,” whispers Ram Dass through the light. β€œIt is just one level of the dance, the Lila. The being is infinite.”