I am always already non-phenomenally here. I can sense or feel this absence as clearly as I sense supposedly phenomenal presence, which is actually an illusion of mind. In fact the two are one without a second, undivided and indivisible. The truth is, when I describe it as Being-Knowledge-Bliss I am merely describing colors emergent from a prism.
I feel subjectivity as a wispy skeleton of ash at the edge of collapse. I feel transparent and brimming at once. This is nothing new. I have simply awakened to what has always been so.
"What, then, is it? No sort of "what." Just sheer phenomenal absence, whose absence is us (THIS which we are)." - Wei Wu Wei
Senses are tentacles of the unmanifest. Good name for a rock band somewhere in there.
Here is WWW at his best:
"Therefore 'it' is ultimate and absolute phenomenal absence and the absence of that concept of 'absence,' which is absolute presence."
Oy. I think he has all the bases covered. I'm pretty sure his statement is so pure it is foreign. Dense, too, almost opaque and impenetrable at first. But he encapsulates or projects reality in just a few words--no easy feat. Dude is crazy deep.
Mind chills the wind,
Strips the leaves,
Snaps the trunk,
Uproots the tree.
Mind is a typhoon run amok,
But bye and bye,
I am the Eye.
The purpose? To live life on a basis of truth rather than false premises. Yes, this is a judgement, a spiritually visceral judgement. In WWW's terms, a "whole-mind" judgement.
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