My 'knowing' - which I'm so proud of, which I place so much stock in - is nothing more than me. It's an extension of me, an indefinite (and thoroughly pointless) perpetuation of me. It's a self-defeating overabundance of me…
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A rough and ready way of summarising the ‘message’ of Daoism might be to say that ‘interfering never does anyone any good’. There's no great poetry in putting it like this it's true, but it is nevertheless accurate enough. If...
In order to have the satisfaction (or dissatisfaction, if it turns out that way) of knowing what we're doing, it is necessary for us to restrict ourselves to a particular version of reality that is being created by only paying...
By commentating on reality, we create the isolated ego-observer. What advantage then, we might ask, is there in doing this? What do we gain by the exercise? The answer here of course is that there is no advantage, except to...