There is a moment of grace upon waking. A liminal space.
We’re carried by a cloud of joy, before the worries of our day have invaded us. In fact, if we manage to stay in this liminal space, we remain untouched by those worries. It’s through our awareness that the space becomes clear with the day’s troubles, and the cloud of grace that cradled us dissolves.
The force at work within this awareness is that of habit. Like swift electricity, it retraces the path that, the day before, made these worries « our » worries.
With this densification, this « sudden » sense of « us, » this reminder of what, the day before, we considered to be « us, » the connections between the day’s problems take place.
These are a subset of the « we » re-assembled in a flash.
It is indeed a matter of identification. These concerns are not lurking agents waiting for their prey to awaken.
They are the elements we harbor and reactivate day after day.
Like a light that the butler turns on in the morning in a castle, out of habit, while making his rounds.
What happens if he doesn’t turn on that light ?
What happens if he doesn’t turn on the light in the early morning ?
The hearth of consciousness warms from the main fire. It is good that natural light pours in on its own without needing to rekindle the torches and candles of the previous day.
In reality, this natural light, whether it is present to our eyes or remains invisible to us because of our torches and candles, covers everything.
These knee-jerk-concerns with which we identify, which constitute our identity, are ultimately trivial and have no real existence.
Notes & Silence 