Our fascination with bodies effectively obscures True Self, which does not change, age, fall ill or die. I am the light of the world, I AM said, a solar system bar-coded as “Keith.”
If I do not know who I am, I’ll be exploited by rascals.
The desire to know oneself bespeaks a direct connection to the universal intelligence. Men who desire to know themselves begin to feel alienated from tribal, religious and political concerns. They lose their opinions.
I cannot know who I am until I’m clear about who I’m not. So I start with this: I am not the body. Then this: I am not who I think I am.
In the search for love, an infant impulse leads me outside of myself. This is necessary, inevitable and roundabout. There is no love outside of me. I AM is what I’m looking for.