The ego is who I think I am. It is a limited, temporary and entirely mind-based sense of self. So men say: “I am a millwright.” Or, “I am a stay-at-home dad.” But we are not the roles we play. Marlon Brando did not tell people he was a mafia don. On examination, we find that the question “Who am I?” can only be answered in the negative, e.g., not this, not that. We concede one all-purpose exception to a blinking list of negative statements: “I am an actor.”
A man is not good because he works, and not bad because he doesn’t.
Work provides us with a material benefit, not a spiritual one. Our work may help others; it will not help us. If it did, Pablo would have been kinder to women and Vincent would have died peacefully.
Is there no need to work? Then don’t work. Nobody in Eden works.
Wisdom is the stillness, the pause before the action, the space between the notes.
Stillness differentiates action from mere activity. Activities are for the self. Action is for the world.
Love is action, not talking, not ‘I love you.’
Love originates in wisdom. Wisdom is the womb.
The enlightened worker is not trying to make a profit. He’s not even trying.
Until a man sees himself as he is, he is flying blind. He goes from one mess to another.
Eventually, he becomes embittered. Or, with the ‘help’ of drugs, sex, work or video games, he numbs out.
In extremis, he finds himself in an ache-scape, in the midst of a great loneliness.
Now, nothing that is, is without a divine aspect. Is this mess the one that reveals the man to himself?