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.