Let’s view our thoughts from a distance, with the non-reactive interest of a nephrologist surveying a cloudscape. What he sees is, well, what he sees. Here comes a cumulonimbus. There goes a cumulonimbus.
What I quaintly call “my world” is small, personal and private. It is essentially the same as anyone else’s world, differing only in its details. They are time-bound, these worlds. All we know is what we remember.
If everything happens as it must, where’s the sense in saying, “This should never have happened.”? Or: “This is unacceptable!” The word heaps of politics and religion may be understood as reaction formations whereby opposing tendencies are exaggerated and vilified. Ego needs its enemies.
To break our attachment to our thoughts, we should not engage with them. What’s required is that we cultivate a certain aloofness, a majestic indifferency to their false urgency and howls for attention.