These words are false.
I traverse the path to the ultimate origin of consciousness backward. I do not turn around to look at the source. I see only the manifestations in front of me, and the edge of them. And I encapsulate the edge into another experience, another manifestation. And that creates a new edge. Moving backward as edge upon edge recedes into the manifestation sphere from which I continuously renew detachment.
Now I let go of the edges coming and going, paying them no mind, removing the mind like a wet towel from the hook of consciousness and dropping it into the receding edges. There is a physical relaxation in my expanding skull.
Edges dissolve, my body is not me, my mind is not me, my surroundings are not me. I create them, these manifestations. There is nothing in a moment that I wish to follow, nothing I wish to latch onto. Each new moment is fresh. Boredom has ceased. Effort has ceased and I no longer have to try because I accept all that is now, my act of creation.
Oh yes, I can pretend it all means something. I can play my part. I am American. I am Father. I am Corporate Worker. I am Commuter. I am Consumer. I am Patron of the Arts. I am Husband. I am Lover. I am Emotional Being. I am Human Being. I am Being. But my heart's not in it. I am free of freedom, surrendered without a sound or a doubt. This body could die today. This body will die. This body has already sealed its fate. This body has already died.
I then turn to face the origin.