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It may be an excellent sign. I have cared about less and less of what I find on this system of pipes over the last weeks. Even the stuff I do care about doesn't move me much lately. I'm not responding to the emotional triggers. I note them. When there is a response, it is sharp and fast and then evaporates. "Detachment."
Except my habit is that emotional response elicits action, and so the detached compassion tends to leave me motionless. I wonder if this will change.
You'd think I could find refuge, company, identification, stupid identification, with Buddhists, but there is so little worthy of attention out there. I want to bring you evidence of great enlightening being, to show you what isn't prison planet, isn't delusion setting you up for more dismemberment, isn't more waste of your allotment of inhalations.
If I don't do it, you may never catch the whiff of fundamental reality that will float you up on the cloud of bliss more intense than anything you ever felt.
I am back here turning this over inside, waiting for karma to open a little slit in the fabric of delusion just big enough for me to rip open and show you what I mean.
always and any time....
