I cannot know who I am until I’m clear about who I’m not. So I start with this: I am not the body. Then this: I am not who I think I am.
The mind is exclusively interested in thoughts. Consciousness has no thought process.
There’s more joy in austerity than pleasure in indulgence. Austerity decides wisely, neither anticipates nor regrets, refrains from unnecessary action, keeps the body clean, lean and relaxed, and maintains a bit in the mouth of the mind.
Emotions, no matter how intense and virulent, are not the problem. Our identification with emotions—that’s the problem. This Christmas we offer ourselves the gift of detachment.