The primary impediment to falling madly in love with ourselves is the smallness of our thoughts.
Madly, deeply
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The primary impediment to falling madly in love with ourselves is the smallness of our thoughts.
When a man loses his fear of pain, he stops craving pleasure. Freedom from one is freedom from the other. Pain and pleasure are back to front, front to back. One is both.
The sole work of the inner journey is the removal of obstacles. First among these is the small clutch of ideas we hold about ourselves. William Blake called these mental concepts “mind-forg’d manacles.”
We encounter many obstacles on the inner journey. Paradoxically, the most formidable of them all—a life of comfort and ease, of having more than we need—doesn’t look like an obstacle.
Freedom is not freedom to do this or that. It’s freedom from something.