>>13051532
If one gets lost in narratives it seems the illusions "win".
Today, nothing happened, except visions stretching out over the void, tempting "me" to identify with a body through the lure of imaginary desires that have apparently formed into solid-looking objects that I experience as seperate from me, and thus capable of being flawed or perfect or whatever else.
As far as I can tell, nothing else is happening.
As far as I can tell, nothing else has ever happened.
Since it is like this, I can relax, now, in contentment, as nirvana is right where we are, right now, once we let go of all the desires that impede us from experiencing it here and now, which is to say, nowhere and nowhen.
If there is a "further" point than that, I do not consciously remember seeing it at the moment, but I'm open to anything, because we have to be.