Little big man has been a trip. I couldn't have dreamed up a more convoluted one if I tried. Actually I did dream me up - "'I am' is an ever present fact while 'I am created' is an idea...do understand that what you think to be the world is your own mind." N.M.
This makes complete - even logical - sense to me. It makes sense in that truly this world is forged by the mind from an endless loop of sensual input. It is logical because what is born of the mind fits like a sheathed sword, a mental blade housed in a mental scabbard.
"Intense and methodical investigation into one's mind is yoga." N.M.
The most active power is reflection - it holds all that is, balanced on a pinkie. It is so obvious that everything is transient, and yet we fight to live at all costs. This is the cause of suffering. The end of suffering is the death of the personal self and with it the death of desire and fear.
Form dissolves into no boundaries. I cannot feel the dissolution, only the freedom, like air rushing into a punctured vacuum.
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