I’ve come back to this question… Something has brought the me back to this question…. and there is no answer.. I don’t know if the feeling of fear or the feeling of wanting to know is greater.
No matter how many times I’ve looked at this question for an answer, I’ve never gotten and answer… well not that the mind can come up with… and even if it did get an answer, what good would it do the mind… it would only be intellectual.
A Fancy question with a fancy answer is how i put it.
Still i’m pulled to ask this question and maybe through all this sleeping i’ll discover that I’m not sleeping at all.
Have you asked yourself this question with your heart. Not with the fancy intellectual… he could answer that question for days… not with him, but with the very thing that we keep go on missing… that thing that is right in front of us… WE ARE MISSING IT AT EVERY MOMENT, until the point at which we are not missing…
Do not trust the one who “knows”.