Been thinking a lot lately about Perspective, and the construct of Time.
I will admit that my limited Perspective on the latter, presupposed by my possession of a minute quantity, make the endeavor rather fruitless. Also, it appears that any new addition to the former leads to an inescapable cycle of reason, and an unlimited sense of hopeless frustration (do I tear at nothing?).
It becomes increasingly obvious that the tools at my disposal are the very things I seek to understand; it has been brought to my attention that this is NOT a conclusion.
All I’ve come to comprehend is that my finding of the Truth (with a capital ‘T’) is meaningless, my searching for it amounts to nothing, and so too then does my writing of it.
“Has it ever occurred to you
that you are seeking God
with His eyes?”
-Adyashanti
1 year ago • Notes