Fear. False Evidence Appearing Real. The runaway mind is both tremendously insecure and wildly inventive. It’s like the man who enters a dark room, steps on a coil of rope and immediately assumes he’s standing on a snake. The home of fear is the head. Fear seeks to legitimize itself in partialized truth, in truthiness, in something that could be true, might be true. But the truth is never partial. And fear is always a lie.
The movement from innocence to ontic insecurity is fairly swift. By the time a child moves into his fort-building phase, it’s pretty much complete. At that point, personality has hardened, shell-like, around essence.
Wanting change prevents change. Change happens when we stop wanting. The essential thing is to investigate wanting, to enter the home of insecurity and introduce yourself to the tenant.
Sex is violence when it wants something, when it issues from insufficiency or pain.
Some men use sex as a way to assuage feelings of loneliness, to anesthetize jealousy, or to stake a claim. When sex is used like this, as a means of ameliorating our least controlled emotions, of placating an unstable and insecure sense of self, of seeking forgiveness or fixing something, sex is violence.
Sex is violent when sex is repetitive, mechanical or forced. There is no dharma in pharma.
Outflow determines inflow. Not only does this not make sense, it seems antagonistic to sense. Sense in this context is ego. Ego exists in a permanent state of insufficiency, of not enough.
No good deed was ever executed in the future. There is no master plan, nor any need for one. Nothing in Nature makes plans.