When I like/dislike the world, I split myself like a fish gutted. After all, I am the world. We see how riven, roiled and tribalized we are while simultaneously not seeing that it’s a projection of binary mind, of like/dislike until the curtain falls.
The whole notion of sacrifice is rooted in the idea that I am bad or deficient and I must pay a price for that. Millennia ago, the Holy Temple of Jerusalem was basically a ‘divine’ slaughterhouse where bulls, rams and a variety of other livestock had their throats cut as an expiation for the sins of humans. Today sin-excited Christians flagellate themselves on Good Friday while the less theatrical cleanse themselves via weekly acts of murmured penance.
We are isolated and diminished by our beliefs. Let’s say I believe that I am a good man. Straightaway I have a problem. Every time I turn around, I see a bad man.
Everything I see, I immediately judge—right/wrong, like/dislike, good/bad, and so on. As a result, I do not see what I am looking at; I see my reaction to what I’m looking at. I break this habit by noticing it in real time. Now.
We’re almost home when we experience good and bad in the same way.
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