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. When I was rather young — which wasn’t just a few months ago — I was determined to search for the actual truth that lies behind the essence of everything. The consequences of what I found did not matter to me. I didn’t want to “sugar-coat” what I might find… and turn it into something more tolerable (if it turned out to somehow be unpleasant). One wanted to actually perceive “what was behind everything” without distortion, without concern as to whether my personal life had any lasting significance or was merely an evanescent flash soon to be diluted. What was important was the “seeing” of the truth without distortion, without altering it into something that might be more comfortable (though fictional). To approach the “actual truth of everything,” one must put away ones desires (or stored patterns) of “how things should be,” or “what would be comfortable,” or “what one was told about things (by others)”… and perception must be undistorted. If we approach the truth with “what we’ve been told,” or with “how things ought to be,” we’ll definitely find something, but it won’t be the truth (though we may erroneously accept that it is). To go towards the truth — without any baggage from the past — one must go without fear of the consequences of what one might find. (Carry a lot of baggage… and you’ll fall through the thin ice… as most people do.)
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. from Stephen Crane:
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. Mystic shadow, bending near me,
. Who art thou?
. Whence come ye?
. And — tell me — is it fair
. Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
. Tell me!
. Fear not that I should quaver,
. For I dare — I dare.
. Then, tell me!
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. Sheets of ice of the partially frozen river that we live on. (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)
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