Willow whispers it to Sergio, who repeats it to Lilly, who passes it along to Lucas. By the time Lucas whispers the phrase to Miller, it comes out as “Koalas are cute when they cuddle with panda bears.”
I imagine this is how our thinking always works.
By the time formless energy is filtered through the hallways and tunnels of the habituated, survival-focused, me-me-me-loving, physical appliance known as the brain, what gets spit out is an idiosyncratic manifestation of formless energy, similar to the way the shapes and colors spit out of a kaleidoscope are mere representations of the light that went in.
No thought is the truth.
Knowing this brings enormous freedom. We’re free to let experience wash through us without taking it all so seriously. We’re free to let formless manifest into impermanent form and then wash away, without needing to identify with it, worry about it, fix it, or try to change it.
We’re free to look beyond the telephone-game of the mind where things get really good
