....but only if you understand that a definition is not the actual thing you are pointing to. Unbelievably, most people really do mistake the description for that which is being described. That is why mystics ultimately abandon all words and concepts and go into the Silent World.
How else...
There is no separation between you and Reality, and yet, you are 'defining' Reality in a subject/object split that exists only in the mind. You are in essence, Reality defining itself, or at least, attempting to define the indefinable.
Did you notice that I used quotation marks around the...
Kavanaugh, if guilty, probably thinks his past irresponsible behavior is insignificant to the life he has built afterwards, and so knowingly lies, fighting tooth and nail to save his career and his family. Too much at stake in his eyes. He'll probably break down in a sorry mass of tears...
So there is the account of the monk who was asked by his teacher to demonstrate the spirit of Zen. After days of pondering the question, finally he scoops up a bullfrog down at the pond and hides it under his robes. He then reports to his teacher. "Well? What is it?" asks the teacher. The...
Neither is Reality; it is 'defined' in terms of itself, as direct experience, ie; 'you are That'.
All else is fiction.
Because it is 'captured as mind', it exists? Don't you determine that via perception?
...unless that which 'exists', does not actually exist, that this world of 'reality' is only one of appearances, like the shadows cast upon the cave walls in Plato's Cave allegory, and that true Reality lies somewhere beyond such appearances. After all, we only 'know' this world as being 'real'...
Who is it that dreams?
Who is it that awakens?
Who is it that lives?
Who is it that dies?
"Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was...
Really! But the actor is taken in by his own ingenuity, and forgets he is acting, thinking his persona, and 'the world', to be real. IOW, he hasn't pierced the facade yet. He has been taken in. The Identification he finds himself in is fiction, but he thinks it to be real.
It says this:
The kind man does something,
yet something remains undone.
The just man does something,
and leaves many things to be done.
The moral man does something,
and when no one responds
he rolls up his sleeves and uses force.
When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
When goodness is...
You use the term 'screen'; I am using the term 'background'. I want to know if the screen, or background of the manifested world comes into being, or is it always the case? IOW, is this background, or consciousness, unborn and uncreated? Has anyone ever experienced consciousness having come...
Such a merging of the observer, the observed, and the process of observation is transcendent of the narrative; not dependent upon it. It is the narrative that is dependent upon That with which we are merging with.