February 17, part 2
Walking through Times Square just after lunchtime.
Hubub. A manhole cover. Yellow paint.
What if self-observation means observing from the self?
Instead of making attempts to see the inner from the outer (can’t actually be done) see the outer from within the inner. Start there.
There is a self that dwells in stillness. It isn’t a creature of reactions to what happens. It’s already here before anything happens. One just forgets about it, mostly.
When this self observes life, life becomes in an instant quite different. One observes from the real self.
What flows in is inestimably precious. There is an immeasurable value to every single impression, no matter what it is. I can respect this when I see from within.
One feels. Only real feeling can bring the real world into Being.
No interference.
Hope you are most well.
Lee
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