Cold, calculated, direct attempts to cut to the heart of the matter, no matter the subject. A wealth of madness: zero methods. Follow along, if you can.
All I am is a pinpoint.
I am not on the razor’s edge.
I am is the razor’s edge.
I am the razor’s edge.
The tip of the needle.
This is mystery.
This is what is attempted to be packaged and sold.
God doesn’t need to convince itself it’s God.
Only a confused, separated, fallen one.
Who needs to assert Self?
Do you need to assert yourself as yourself?
Assertions, and any identification, are inherently dualistic.
Is self-understanding inherently dualistic?
How can one see oneself?
Excellence requires no leakage.
Absolutely none.
If there is but a single leak, the whole ship goes down, and you with it.
Compromise. Compassion. Sympathy.
What are these but leaks.
When people get away with whatever they can, they will continue to do so.
A being comes to another and asks, “How to be?”
A being laughs and groans.
If a being asks how to be, is he not ignorant of his own being?
He has likely discarded his own being long ago.
A selfish god wouldn’t make a very good one.
Good to who?
Primarily itself.
If it were selfish, it would experience the exquisite array of all the pains life has to offer.
Pain is pain.
But it’s an entirely different animal when it lives in existential terror.
Everything must return to its source in due time.
A clean slate is a wonderful thing.
One may build from the scaffolding of that which previously came.
But to enter into a situation full of preconceived notions, opinions, prejudices and expectations, limits the situation entirely.
Your mother has it.
Your father has it.
Your sister, brother, uncle and cousin have it.
They all have it.
Even you have it.
The sixty-year-old man says, “Don’t worry, I’m not dying.”
And so he wastes his life.
One of my greatest fears used to be being controlled. Whether by an individual, a group, a state, or anything external to my sovereignty as an individual.
I got wind of the fact it was indeed I who controlled myself and my living experience several years ago.
I have been disaffected for several years now.
Have you ever noticed that when people say things, they’re saying it to themselves?
There is no conversation. It’s a battle. A battle with their mind.
True conversations only happen once in a blue moon.
There’s an ever-watchful eye in your life, but who’s is it?
Not yours. And its judgements it makes are not your own.
Even after having read the previous sentence, it will begin to tell you the story of this problem, and how you need to fix it.