All of our suffering is self-created. This means that we use the mind to create difficulties where difficulties do not exist. Then we use the mind to try and alleviate the difficulties that the mind itself has created. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is clearly nuts. No problem can be solved at the same level of consciousness that created the problem.
Ego, succinctly: The voice in the head that never shuts up. “To finally know divinity as our own consciousness and being, we need only understand that it’s our nonstop thinking that obscures the direct experience of God.”
Awake, aware, but not thinking. Surely this is not an achievement. We can decline to think. We can say, ‘No, I refuse to think.’ This is meditation. Or, in two words, simple sanity.
Nobody can make me happy. Somebody might make me conscious.
The human personality is an edifice to the past. It is the conditioned self, the sum total of all of our experiences and of our reactions to those experiences. It’s why some of us are left-handed, others of us stutter, and why Glen Campbell did what he did while drinking like a fish and being unable to read a note of music. We haul this accumulation around with us. We think it is who we are, but it isn’t. It’s just mental and psychological stuff, a moldering pile of bellicosities and beliefs, of preferences and aversions, of memories and habits, of suspicions, traditions and worry patterns. It is good, now and then, to drop this congealment. To draw a breath. To see a bird without naming it.