The Prophet taught, “Die before you die.” We are thereby enjoined to initiate a process of conscious subtraction. We can start with our opinions. They’re worthless anyway.
I acquired a beautiful shirt the other day. Dove grey. I hung it in the closet but then something strange happened. The shirt said it wouldn’t be happy until I removed two others.
One of Michael Pollan’s primary sources for his book on psychedelic therapy was a scientist who, Pollan observed, “chose his words with a tweezer.” Lao Tzu would have approved. More words count less.
The flames of anger are fed by a man’s ideas and opinions. Once these are eliminated, he’s fine. Birds will perch on his forefinger looking for treats.
Ultimately, nothing is mine, and everything I call “mine” is even now in the process of going back to where it came from. Spiritual maturity is our readiness to let go of everything.