First, we spend most of our time thinking about what we know. Then, responding to some noetic nudge, we slip our mind-based moorings and begin to think about what we do not know.
We are mostly aware of what changes and mostly unaware of what doesn’t.
Are we not alternately fascinated with, resigned to, fixated on and horrified by the process of aging? The reason for all of this turbulence is that we are in thrall to our bodies, utterly identified with them. But here’s the thing: We are not our bodies. We have bodies but only in the sense that we have cars, houses, clothes or any other material thing. In fact, the materiality of the body is what makes it difficult to change.
My body has an age measured in years. It has logged 68 of these. But the “I” that I am has no age. “I” is as old as God.
A change on the inside produces change on the outside, in the world of form.
A change on the outside changes nothing in the world of the formless.
Change is not going from A to B. Change is clear seeing.
A desire for change is not change.