When we look at something without the filter of mental commentary, we see.
Trying to be successful, trying to be beautiful, trying to be loved—these futilities have trying as their common element. Let’s be clear about what trying is: trying is failing. Nothing beautiful tries.
We look up into the night sky, not at the stars but into the space between them. Simultaneously, we notice a slight scurrying noise as ego quits the premises.
We’re awake when the commonplace is suddenly elevated and we see beauty everywhere, in everything.
All of the truth in the world is expressed in one spontaneous act.