The world is vast, and I am so small. This is fact, but it is a fact that contradicts a certain principle which is at the foundation of every human mind. That principle is: that my own capacity for joy and suffering, knowledge and understanding, faith and doubt, is superior to any other living creature in existence. This principle, of course, is a fallacy, and like a house built on a foundation of sand, my mind, being built upon such a fallacy, is subject to fall away into the sea of existence. In other words, my mind is subject to deteriorate, even as I as an individual begin to merge with reality in a way that makes the individual almost unrecognizable from the rest of reality. There is therefore nothing that separates my own mind from reality except my ignorance and stupidity. How unfortunate! And certainly my own ignorance and stupidity is very great. Though, would it be presumptuous and immature of me to believe that my own ignorance and stupidity is any greater than anyone else’s? The fact that I am asking this question perhaps says that my awareness of my own stupidity and ignorance makes me more intelligent and aware than the average person. But I don’t think that’s the case. Perhaps I am just a coward afraid to name the thing outside of myself, while at the same time exploring the inverted world within me in an effort to prove my intelligence to the world—an intelligence which has undoubtedly been proven over and over and over again…
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