T: "I was thinking about how there is some kind of understanding here, everything being one thing including what I think I am. That kinda doesn't make sense because it would be kind of separating out, so me thinking that I am something arising like a flower unfolding in the sun is not something that I'm doing, it's just something happening on it's own". Lisa: "Ye, and so is the sense that I am not doing it. The sense that I am not doing it is also this being that. The whole t

Life is here as everything, It is the computer, The words, The thing on the table, The memory of the thing on the table. It is the thought, Where is this life? How do I find it? Why is 'me' still here? It is the belief there is something called non duality, It is the feeling that should something should happen, It is the memory, "I had a glimpse". It the thought, "I need to get back to that". Life is everything, here, this, Not some other this. It's a mind blowing, crazy wond

The simplicity of what is spoken of is wonderfully mad. No matter what is said, it makes no difference to life being what it is. There is only just what is, thats it! Nothing else! What is, can't be argued in terms of me and no me, "there is no one to do anything" etc. The me is and isn't. Is just appears. There is nothing that 'is' in absolute terms, nothing concrete. It is totally unknowable, is just seemingly is and yet isn't, neither absolute or apparent. Oh what a conund