Intoxicating Emotion.

You can meet me in the pale moonlight

Trillium Lake, Oregon

THE ILLUSION OF THE EGO

“Alright, now: if we can see the first part, which is that the ego is purely fictitious—that it is a symbol or image of oneself plus a sensation of muscular strain occasioned by trying to make the symbol an effective agent—to control emotion, to concentrate, to direct the nervous operations of the organism.

Then, immediately, it is clear that what we have called ourselves, what we have thought of ourselves, isn’t able to do anything at all.

There follows this kind of silence in which there is nothing to do except watch what happens. But what is happening is watching itself; there is nobody apart from it, watching it.

And so we get into the state of meditation—or, as I prefer to call it, contemplation.”