So far as we know, there is no ultimate understanding, no supreme being, no "God." That which we have named "reality" or "the world" is mind alone.

This constant juggling of concepts ("love," "God," "enlightenment") serves only as a tactic of postponement. All waters flow to the sea.

Language is sounds and pictures--sounds and pictures that arise and fade away within the silence of this moment.

The silence remains. No one has to try to notice silence. It is everywhere apparent. Totally obvious. Undeniable.

In each brief moment between thoughts, silence becomes effortlesly evident. Those thoughts, that silence, along with the effortless knowing of it, is "you."

Not the body, not the autobiography, not some package of beliefs or a story you tell yourself, but the simple, undeniable, ever-present silent knowing without trying.

All we know is mind