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My Western mind is yet unborn.
Still a nomad, I am yet to strum the cords of ambition.

Do you still remember what our tribal mother said: "no-mind, no-mad; no-mind, no-mad..."
Two deep wisdoms packed in one shallow phrase.

"Whoever is unlike the rest (meaning "mad"), will be shunned."
- True, true, oh, so true, for both people and their objects.
"Whoever doesn’t mind, processes the most information in the long walk, and, thus, survives without restlessness."
- True, true, oh, so true, for both people and their subjectivity.

Evolution of nonduality in at least two of Kenny W.’s quadrants, huh?
Enough of a realization for now…
Time to rest your mind's legs:




notes:

"Kenny W." = Ken Wilber