We can never really see or know or grasp ourselves. All we can be aware of is the empty abundance of the world as it arises fresh in each moment and of which we are an unseparated, inseparable part.
Iām a support worker in adult social care with an open-ended curiosity in the nature of mind.
Thisness is a stupid made up word to point to the quality of the present moment however it is.
We can never really see or know or grasp ourselves. All we can be aware of is the empty abundance of the world as it arises fresh in each moment and of which we are an unseparated, inseparable part.