Saturday, August 16, 2025
The mind is always looking for a target. It’s always looking for a reason to be miserable or to be elated. The mind is a rebel without a cause. The finger-pointing, however, has a blindspot. The tip of the finger cannot point to itself. The eyes cannot see themselves. The teeth cannot bite themselves. The human cannot blame himself or others or fate or god. You cannot make an object out of The Subject.
But here is the good news, if you want to call it that. If there is no-one to blame, there is nothing to blame. I cannot point the finger at “myself.” I cannot be the hinge pin, the evil leader. I cannot be the perpetrator, the guilty one. I cannot single myself out, nor you.
I cannot be the ultimate authority, the omniscient ruling party. If I can’t be the serpent, then I can’t be the God, nor the victim. I can’t be much of anything. It’s hard to be entitled, to keep up the charade of appearance. What if we are invisible conduits through which the universe moves and has its being?
What if you were truly nobody. Not a miserable kind of sap, but a free non-entitled emptiness? If I am not entitled, I bear no title. I bear no name. I bear no burden. No guilt. No blame. No shame. No problem. Point a finger at non-entitled, non-entity, vacuous.
If I were to wear a title, I would bear a sense of entitlement. If I call myself poor, I’m entitled to what that manifests in form. If I call myself rich, I’m entitled to what that manifests in form. What if I call myself Truth, Love? What if I am Truth, Love? The Truth, the whole Truth, and nothing but? To what am I entitled after? A deception?