This human history is merely written from the view of the me And this me keeps accumulating that knowledge It keeps acquiring,
Accumulating,
Holding This consciousness is more and more expansive wide But the me is still there No matter how large this consciousness can be enlarged It is still a fragment,
A small corner of the life In this small corner,
The mind feels stressed,
Depressed,
Suffocated,
Confined,
Lonely,
Anxious,
Afraid And trapped in that,
The mind keeps busy dealing with all kinds of symptoms,
All kinds of immediate issues There are so many gurus,
So many books,
So many experts teaching you how to do this,
Do that But one rarely turns inward to understand the root of the issues,
The burden of living The mind keeps creating images If one looks closely at the mind,
One will marvel that wow,
The mind,
The brain is an image generator generating all kinds of images And the mind always wants to grasp it,
Hold on to it And such a life becomes superficial because it merely deals with all kinds of images And in such superficiality,
The mind just wants to express all kinds of self-expression Because for such a mind,
The self feels its existence only in the form of images In other words,
Me is merely a bunch of images That's why this world is so chattery,
Isn't it?
Keeps chatting,
Keeps generating all kinds of images And all kinds of knowledge are actually also pointing to images Even our body sensation is also converted to images And we use the image to trigger the body sensation Like the pornography,
The sex industry,
All kinds of images,
All kinds of videos The mind relies on images to stimulate And such a mind which is trapped in images,
The body sensation is also hijacked by images You see,
This is the burden of life In that burden,
The mind,
The life is totally isolated by this knowledge,
By the knowing,
By the images And such a mind never tastes what is an authentic life like