We suffer because of the stories we tell ourselves. No story, no problem.
In order to be present, the past has to be past. It’s dust, after all. And so we’re told, “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.”
Reality’s most beguiling quality is its dream-likeness. Yes, there’s evidence of a past but where is it? And the future? A dream…within a dream. The Everly Brothers sang about this. Or maybe it was Wham!
The richest, most satisfying relationships are quiet and spacious. They have a minimum of past and a maximum of now.
There is just one thing the mind cannot think about: the present moment.
We are densely shrouded in ideas about things. These ideas are rooted in our past; we ‘wear’ them like hazmat suits to protect us from what we don’t know. Enlightenment is the sublimity of having no ideas. See the baby. Babies are just trippin’.