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ive just had my first listen of brian eno's music for airports.
it capped off a day of little buddhist thoughts. just my day to day observation of other people, wondering what the world is like through their eyes.
as 2-1 picked up, i stood in front of the mirror by my front door.
in an instant it was clear that i wasnt looking at 'me'. what i saw was my body, and my identity. I was there far behind the shirt, the cropped hair, and the 28 year old eyes. I was behind my opinions and my feelings.
isn't it amazing. i dont know quite how to respond to the chronic illusion that we live in. it's as if day to day life is schizophrenic, hopping from face to face, from desire to desire, attachment to attachment.
i dont feel like its a bad thing at all. its something to be accepted. the best way to go must be somewhere in between.
it capped off a day of little buddhist thoughts. just my day to day observation of other people, wondering what the world is like through their eyes.
as 2-1 picked up, i stood in front of the mirror by my front door.
in an instant it was clear that i wasnt looking at 'me'. what i saw was my body, and my identity. I was there far behind the shirt, the cropped hair, and the 28 year old eyes. I was behind my opinions and my feelings.
isn't it amazing. i dont know quite how to respond to the chronic illusion that we live in. it's as if day to day life is schizophrenic, hopping from face to face, from desire to desire, attachment to attachment.
i dont feel like its a bad thing at all. its something to be accepted. the best way to go must be somewhere in between.