October 29, 2017

The appearance of the sense of self apparently arises. But the content of the appearance is a dream. It's an appearance dreaming that it is someone. This someone is never found, has no substance and no foundation. Yet it believes itself to be real, a real person with a solid foundation called me and my life. But where is this life of mine. It's a dream.




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