If we really, really accept and embrace the reality of our finitude, our death; then our being, our aliveness needs no reason, explanation or identification with images of selfhood. We can simply be whatever arises free from doubt and fear.
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.
If we really, really accept and embrace the reality of our finitude, our death; then our being, our aliveness needs no reason, explanation or identification with images of selfhood. We can simply be whatever arises free from doubt and fear.