Mellowmarsh

Or it can mean… L ife’s O bsessive V itriol E nergy

Glad you went into the trigger reflex mode.

Look, even if I answered your question, it would just continue to obscure the actual point of this subject topic, and it’s becoming more and more clear and obvious that you would be totally incapable of being able to comprehend it, even when it’s presented to you.

Yes, and that which is known knows nothing. And nothing is knowing the known that knows nothing.

Silence is God’s first language.

Might as well just rip the bandaid 🩹 off. I’m not gonna lie, I just can’t fake this fakery anymore.

Let go of the past. Let go of the future. Let go of the present. And let go of the thought that you are pure awareness, because you’re not even that.

Everything is impermanence. Any attempt to attain permanence from what is ultimately impermanence would be like trying to hold water with a sieve. For those who are currently alive and breathing, we’re in this together , all aboard the same sinking titanic. Happy Deathday. 🥳🎁

Yes it’s rather ODD the we EVEN exist.

The content of consciousness looking for consciousness and wondering what it is - has to be one of the most difficult problematic conundrums that ever came to mind, for one very good reason.

No matter which way you slice this, it always defaults to the same not-knowing knowing. Or, the only thing I know is that I know nothing. Thats why it’s likened to a dream. The dream is known to be real only in the sense of being aware the dream occurred within your awareness inseparable from it. You know you are aware, but everything else can only be known as a dream within that awareness which cannot be known because it’s infinite. The finite is never aware of the infinite. The infinite can be aware of the finite. The distinction is this not-knowing knowing.

Well I guess that which appears simple can seem complicated, and that which appears complicated can seem simple, well that’s how I see it, anyway.

I agree nothing knows itself. Thats why knowledge known is likened to a dream.

Birth and death are exactly the same identical phenomenal reality, they just differ, alternate, in appearance that’s all. Two sides of the same coin. Can’t have one without the other. There’s nothing being conscious of itself in the absolute infinite sense, there’s only being conscious of other, in the relative finite sense.