Single hand clapping… what’s my next fight?

How relieving is the moment when we dissolve the stones we used as we were building our inner current against something.

This building up process is a natural tendency of the mind…. the more water we retain the more satisfied we are. And the more we suffer.
What are we constantly doing?
Imagining non-existing phenomena or twisting real things and throw them into the water just to build up against.

We are then contemplating the artificial  stacking up of water and mistaking it for our own density. We are taking this accumulation as proof of our own existence.

What we are actually doing is reassuring ourselves.
I am not nothing. I am that much water. We are fooling ourselves, believing that if we have this kind of reaction, then we are alive.

The truth is we are not reacting to anything else that our own stimulus.
This is as pathetic as having this monologue and talking ourselves into believing we actually talked to someone else.
-are you alive?
-yes I am.

It is like walking on a desert prairie and compulsively building circular fences everywhere, just to make sure that in case someone shows up, they will know what’s ours.

The truth is all streams end up in an infinite ocean, prairies are wild and fences-free. Not even the sky is the limit.
Everything is already yours because everything is everyone’s. Therefore nothing belongs to anyone.


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