Something happens. Mind says, “That should not have happened.” So now I’m at war with reality, still bullishly unaware that I invigorate and prolong whatever I’m against.
The problem with surrender is that it doesn’t make sense. To wit: Resist nothing. Make friends with what happens. Say “yes” to what is. I mean, c’mon.
If I’m trapped in the mind, I’m a rolling insufficiency. I want something.
We look up into the night sky, not at the stars but into the space between them. Simultaneously, we notice a slight scurrying noise as ego quits the premises.
Intelligence has no distinguishing characteristics. Ignorance is loaded with them.