Let’s imagine that in the blink of an eye our history blinks out, disappears, and suddenly we see everything as everything is, rather than having to peer through the obscurantic veil of memory.
Involuntary thinking is: (1) Compulsive, having no off switch, generating by one estimate 85 thousand thoughts per day. (2) Negative, punctuating its bleak, fox-holed landscape with volcanic bursts of catastrophism. (3) Repetitive, donkey-walking the same block in the same neighbourhood, day after day. (4) Future-based, in which unruly and profligate dimension it fattens itself on worst-case scenarios.
An innocent man is undeceived and unafraid. He sees things as they are.
We measure self-righteousness by the strength of our opinions. We aren’t born with opinions; neither do we die with them. Rare is he who sees quietly—who sees what he sees without forming an opinion about it. Clarity is charity.
My business is what I’m doing right now. I have no other business.