Saturday, January 17, 2004
I've been wrestling with a question this morning: Who is the one who likes to have a good time?
We are truly, as we are, uninvolved in anything that happens in the 'real world.' It's a scary thought to that part of our programming that operates under an assumption of control.
It's that assumption of control, the idea that we are 'doers' doing things, that seems the crux of the route. That idea of being a doer doesn't occlude the truth as much as distract from it.
We are so fascinated with being ourselves that we can't look around the "me" to see the truth of our own being which has always been right there, all along the way.
The "me" show keeps playing, whether or not 'this' is known. But I'm not writing the script anymore. In fact, I never did, despite the memories which seem to suggest otherwise.