Had to take refuge from all suffering in the house the other day. I was in my bed staring at the ceiling and got the distinct impression all this "I" was just thoughts churning in a mind. Like "I" was a swarm of angry bees.
I waited a few minutes, and one by one the bees left.
But something was still left behind, observing the lack of bees.
Then I got up, dove back in, and the swarm has started again.
What was that left behind? Sweet honey?
6 days ago