Blog Post 11-26-25

All attempts by the “me” to be or become something other than what it is are destined to fail. The illusory self may dream of arrival, progress, or awakening, but it cannot move beyond itself. Even its most profound insights are just empty reflections in a hall of mirrors. The “me” is neither broken nor in need of repair—it is a phantom, incapable of transformation. The futility of becoming is not a mistake but the very nature of the illusion. When the self disappears, there is nothing left to fix, improve, or overcome—there remains only this in its simple perfection. 

Blog Post 11-19-25

Things seem to exist because the illusion of perception divides what is seamless into parts. They may appear separate and real, yet nothing stands apart from anything else. What seems divided is only the illusory play of subject and object, carving distinctions where none exist. This is not a world of independent forms, but a single, edgeless appearance without center or boundary. What’s taken as substance is simply emptiness in form, appearing as multiplicity. Although diverse in its appearance, this empty appearance is completely whole and indivisible.

 

Blog Post 11-12-25

The “me” longs to escape itself, unaware that the very urge to flee is part of the illusion. Every imagined path away from selfhood circles back to where it began. It cannot step outside itself to make an exit, for even that attempt would still be “me” doing it. Yet the disappearance of the self involves no effort, decision, or understanding. The illusory “me” can vanish instantly, without cause or circumstance, leaving not a single trace behind. What remains is simply this, as it's always been—empty, seamless, and free of anyone at all.