The constant mental chattering: “I like this, but not that”, “I want that, but not this”, “I am this, but not that”. Is that you who is chatting away? Is it you who defines life, dividing it into what’s good and bad, desirable and undesirable, between what’s ‘me’ and ‘not me’?
Do you notice any common thread between all these thoughts? They’re all in reference to the word ‘I’. Are you this ‘I’? Are you a word? An idea? Is there someone there who is speaking the contents of thoughts? Where are they? Have you ever wondered where thoughts come from or why they appear? Who or what is silently aware of this mental narrative as the words continuously appear from out of nowhere and disappear back into nothing? Do these stories which words create have anything to do with you?
“It’s like you took a bottle of ink and you threw it at a wall. Smash! And all that ink spread. And in the middle, it’s dense, isn’t it? And as it gets out on the edge, the little droplets get finer and finer and make more complicated patterns, see? So in the same way, there was a big bang at the beginning of things and it spread. And you and I, sitting here in this room, as complicated human beings, are way, way out on the fringe of that bang. We are the complicated little patterns on the end of it. Very interesting. But so we define ourselves as being only that. If you think that you are only inside your skin, you define yourself as one very complicated little curlique, way out on the edge of that explosion. Way out in space, and way out in time. Billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you’re a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off, and don’t feel that we’re still the big bang. But you are. Depends how you define yourself. You are actually–if this is the way things started, if there was a big bang in the beginning– you’re not something that’s a result of the big bang. You’re not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process. You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are. When I meet you, I see not just what you define yourself as–Mr so-and- so, Ms so-and-so, Mrs so-and-so–I see every one of you as the primordial energy of the universe coming on at me in this particular way. I know I’m that, too. But we’ve learned to define ourselves as separate from it.”
“The world is nothing but the picture of your own “I” consciousness. As if you had received a phone call telling you that you are, and immediately the world appears. When you are in deep sleep and you feel that you are awake, the dream world appears simultaneously. With the (knowledge) “I Am,” the world appears in the waking and dream states.“
The sign that says “no photography please” (???) and the men in uniform suggest that this doggo is some kind of secret Chinese government experiment to cute us all to death with the floof.
