Presence is constantly siphoned off by the mind and transformed into time and space, memory, identity. Reality is obscured by intellection; intellection is misappropriated and misinterpreted as a separate self; this self is false, conditional, doomed to a fruitless bout with desire and fear and, despite a lifetime of self-preservation, death.
"It is only with separateness and self-seeking that real suffering appears in the world." N.M.
Faulkner said that he wrote about the human heart in conflict with itself. The human heart knows intuitively that it has been hijacked by the selfish mind. Thus we live endlessly restless and discontented, becoming the drama projected upon the screen, until such time we are fortunate enough to stumble upon Jnana in the various forms it takes these days. Something must snap us out of the spell of the fabricated self and turn us within. Once we surrender to the gravity of our own truth, our heart's truth, we will be drawn inexorably into it.
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