There is a space within us that is pure and unadulterated; unformed, raw, natural. This is the space from which we watch the world occurring. It is who we are. It is the only thing that is real.
Except it’s not a thing. And if you try and grasp it, it eludes you, because it is ungraspable. It’s there, for sure. But then again, it isn’t.
Wait a minute, let me just check…
Yep, still there. Sort of.
Anyway, those of you familiar with my recent shenanigans will know that I’ve been spending an awful lot of time doing self-enquiry, and not a lot else, and the truth of it is this: it’s giving me a bloody headache.
So I am renouncing spirituality of every kind. And God, yes. I’m renouncing God, too. Let’s not forget Him.
Instead I’m going to be playing rock and roll very loudly, and perhaps indulging in a spot of shop-lifting.
Toodle pip.
"So I am renouncing spirituality of every kind. [...] Instead I’m going to be playing rock and roll very loudly, and perhaps indulging in a spot of shop-lifting."
ReplyDeleteMay God have mercy on your soul, you sinner. Burn on the stake!
Yes, it is easy to renounce what you are not.Can you renounce what you are? In other words can you not BE...You can do whatever you want and it will not impinge on Existence, on That which is Real in the slightest.
ReplyDeleteHave a good one - Suki
Thank fuck for that!
ReplyDeleteWell that's that then. Cuppa on Sunday? Give me a shout if your about.
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