When we are blind to our primary fault, we do the right thing for the wrong reason. This corrupts everything. A root sin is tricky; it’s dressed up to look like a virtue.
We do not see what we are looking at. We see our thoughts about what we are looking at. Thoughts prevent us from seeing. “Oh, look, there’s a Muslim.” If we don’t understand this, we will never see anything.
Time is a thief. It robs us blind. I wasn’t born with glasses.
Each person expresses the same consciousness. When I meet you behind your eyes, on the other side of the thought screen, I find the essence of myself, the love that I am.
Astigmatism occurs when my vision becomes obscured by memories of pleasure (what I want) and of pain (what I avoid). These memories coalesce into habits. Habits entwine, stiffen, become coarse and spiny-briny. During which process the inevitable happens: I lose my yield.