I had polio when I was a kid. Last year it was colorectal cancer. I’m myopic. Three ear surgeries pulled me out of deafness. My senses of taste and smell have vanished. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too: I’m glad I’m not the body.
When we die, we cease to identify ourselves with a body. We die before we die when we realize we are not the body. Then we are nobodies, the walking dead, absolutely fearless, radically normal.
We have three operational centres: Mind thinks, Heart feels, Body acts. We know this because they change. (We cannot see what does not change.) After waxing and waning, the centres shut down. This does not affect us.
Memory is not primarily a mental function. Memory constitutes as the body. When the body dies, memory dies too. Memory is weight. Excess of memory, excess of weight. Babies are what an absence of memory smells like.
Life is not a problem. Our ideas about Life—that’s the problem. Every problem we THINK we have is mind-created. The problem-creating mind is the only problem. There are no other problems. Objectively, nothing is a problem.
Still, we exhaust ourselves searching for remedies. There is only one remedy: Stop searching. Do nothing. Be quiet.
The mother of all problems is the belief that we are the body. This is a false belief but extraordinarily fecund. Her children look different but in one essential aspect they are the same: Each is an in-valid.