At last weds. night’s deconstruction class at my place in west LA, someone said, “I want what you have.” However, she had it backwards. It’s not that I have something she doesn’t, she seemly has something I don’t: a SELF. I look directly here, now, in my present experience, and I find no SELF. Everything else is the same. Thoughts come, thoughts go; feelings come, feelings go. But for whom? I cannot find an owner.
And yet, somehow, seeing this clearly has made all the difference! It’s as if the believing that you are separate self is so heavy, so riddled with never ending discontent, that when it falls away you literally feel lighter, happier and freer.