You only think you know what’s happening right now, but what is happening is actually completely chaotic, not understandable, and not knowable. What is happening is being co-opted by a separate sense of self that you vaguely construe as being in the apparent vicinity of your body. “It’s my soul,” or “It’s my brain,” or “It’s my body.” What is happening is being continually stitched into a story of “me.”
You think that you have a destiny that you hope is somehow “good,” (or maybe even “bad”) and you believe that you can do something to make that destiny manifest by doing “the right thing.” But in reality, you have zero control over what happens next because you don’t even exist. You are just a concept that keeps trying to prove to itself that it’s real.
“My hand moved, and I did that.” / “I’m worried” / “I fucked up” / “They don’t like me” / “It’s not fair” / “I need to try harder” / “I’m planning for that” / “I planned for this” / “I did a good job” / “I’m smart” / “I’m stupid” / “They’re idiots” — Every single one of these thoughts has absolutely nothing to do with you, or with anyone else, because you don’t exist and neither does anyone else.
All there is is what-is-and-is-not, all there is is what seems to be happening. That’s all there is. Nothing else. It’s exactly as it appears. And it’s absolutely not being recognized for what it is…
