Do I know what I can’t/don’t comprehend, or am I just content to be boggled and grateful that I can comprehend what little I do? What will comprehension do for me that gratitude has not? Why do I insist on gaining ground at every point, and arriving at a satisfying conclusion?
Why can’t this business be on demand rather than constant?
Are we utterly saturated with egoic self? Is it with us (in us, us) 24/7, sometimes in the foreground, sometimes lurking? Is selflessness possible? Some say it is, but why should we believe them, they’re humans and the human mind can convince itself (and try to convince others) of almost anything.
We can’t imagine selflessness, but we can acknowledge and bear witness to our self-centered activity and how it defines us.
What it comes down to is discontent. Most people are content to be the self-centered beings they are, laughing at or revering the idea of selflessness, never taking it seriously.
No clue! I only know what it feels like to be something. (Well, mostly, I might have caught a glimpse of being nothing or at least nothing-ish. And, yes, it was lovely. But not so lovely that I’d want to live there, visits are more my style. You?)
I don’t know if I’ve ever been there. Would I remember if I had? Could I trust my memory of the experience?
If selflessness is ongoing freedom, a stream of consciousness that can only be utilized by selfless intent (practical thought), and is never polluted by psychological thought, what have I got against it? How do I justify my polluting and damning and diverting of the stream?
I can conclude that talk of selflessness is hogwash and wishful thinking, and carry on with my good enough existence until I’m dead, or I can inquire into whether it may be possible to be free…before I’m dead.
I don’t think it follows that 1) being unconscious of some of the things that make me click means 2) time I spend with Krishnamurti’s teachings is wasted time. But it does complicate things.
Could it be that you want to be unreachable, beyond most of us?
I know the feeling. I don’t want the labels I’m given or the images that are formed of me, but I can’t do much about them. If I’m misunderstood or mistaken for something I am not, I may do what I can to correct or bring clarity, or I may decide it’s not worth the energy.
Well the way I see it is that we each have a ‘personal reality’. To some degree all living things have one but in humans this ‘reality ‘ in our brains is much more complex than in any of the other forms of life. It’s made up of memory.
But apart from all these separate ‘realities’ there is an ‘actual’ reality, the physical reality that includes everything. The entire physical universe. This is the realm of energy and it’s interplay. In this realm there is no ‘I ‘, no actual division. This is the realm of ‘mystery’ and whatever lies ‘beyond’ it. This what we are present in.