I love myself when I stop thinking about myself. When I’m emptied out and spacious. Love is self-forgetting. In the biblical sense, I love myself when I deny myself. When selfless love hits the headlines, it’s called heroism.
Being profoundly misunderstood, humility exists in the collective mind as a set of self-effacing behaviours. But humility has no qualities; gives us nothing to look at. Humility is the radical absence of self-concern.
The true man is non-violent. This means that his level of self-concern is low to non-existent. He functions normally but one vacancy sets him apart: He has no interest in profit and loss.
In this snorting congestion of desire and fear, described by many as everyday life, we may pause to ask, What do men want? What are they seeking? Comfort, mostly. Personal comfort.
When what I want is at the centre of the picture—when I am selfish—I suffer.
Common to most mental disorders is an excess of I-ness, of self-concern.
Selfishness is a wasting disease. It eats its host.
I am what I think about.
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