Mellowmarsh

Yes, I personally have transcended this duality.

Thanks Leo. Great job. 🙂

Something that can formulate a label knows the label. While the label in and of itself, knows nothing of itself. In the same context, a tree never asks why it is a tree.

It is recognised that a situation or problem that is exacerbated by attempts to struggle with it or fix it, leads to becoming more "stuck" or involved. The practice of no practice is child's play. Real reality has no theory. Less struggle, less tension, leads to alignment with thee actual theory less truth.

Exactly, absolute truth doesn’t demand or require, your, our, truth. Scratch all relative truths, to reveal truth.

Words can answer that question. And the answers would appear to be the same unknown known answers.

I know that I don’t know why I know because I can only know something that I’ve read in a book, or have been told something by someone else, I can remember being a blank slate once upon a time, then came belief in what I was being told or what was written somewhere. Then I repeated the knowledge to myself and others as if it was a real knowing. In truth, all I’ve done is believed in words as real and true, before words entered my life, there was zero knowledge of anything. Words then, are the only source of knowledge. If humans hadn’t of invented words what would they have known about anything? What does a tree know about anything? Does a tree know how to read the human alphabet?

I don’t know.

No. Absolute truth doesn’t demand or require your, our, truth.

Nice! 🙂

@Someone here I resonate with Ramana on the subject of reincarnation. To me, the very idea doesn’t compute. In fact I know zero about anything, I’m just playing with the knowledge I already have acquired, that was already here prior to my personal appearance. I then draw from this wellspring of words to form my own models of make belief realities, knowing full well it’s all just pure storytelling, speculation and wishful thinking, or even hellish musings that I too wouldn’t wish on anyone. In reality though, all I know, is that I know nothing, and I’m absolutely fine with innocence. Yes, I’m here talking about knowledge because what else is there to do but talk about knowledge. But what I have come to discover is that everyone who has ever talked about knowledge has drawn that knowledge from the exact same place, namely, nowhere. So even a tale told by someone’s personal direct experience is literally signifying nothing, because words are just labels, and labels know nothing about anything, how could they, it’s all just pure imagination, a dream. And to me personally, knowing I know nothing, is just pure blissful music to my ears. Forever basking in the pure innocence that is life and death ebbing and flowing from one form to another infinitely for eternity for no other apparent reason than it just does and there’s nothing anything can do about it.

Exactly. Thats why nothingness or oblivion is the most intelligent gift. Probably by design.

As the sands of time slowly slip through my mind. I’m fully aware that nothing is mine. Like smoke in my hand. There is nowhere to land. And homelessness is my only home. My entire roam is from home to home. A dead end that never began. And so as I wait for my final fate. To take that final breath. To close the eyes one last time. To realise I’m going to be absolutely fine. Goodnight Light.

👍❤️

“evil destroys itself” because evil is inherently chaotic, selfish, and destructive, it ultimately consumes its own foundation.

Knowledge is distinction, in this conception. Evil had to be because of knowledge. Metaphorically speaking… The belief that Jesus died was so that anyone who believed in him would have eternal life. And that death is the illusion. That’s a perfect example of True Love. Love always wins, because Love can never die.

Just Thoughts about Thoughts then? That’s the beauty of Space 🙂 There’s no painted image to look at without it. The image is literally made out of the space in which it’s appearing. So magical.

Consciousness is all that exists. When we die, our local fragment of that eternal conscious field gets re-absorbed back into the whole.

Okay.

Yes. What did you discover? Any answers?

Nice! 😊 I mean, Where is inside or outside, within or without, except in this conception, relative to the observer? Meanwhile, relative ideas pertaining to the absolute, are absurd.

I don’t know what I’m talking about, maybe space is a better word. Yeah, SPACE

Good points made. Thanks for that. 👍 The ineffable seemingly wants to be spoken about within the nondual and spiritual community. But it’s like the unknowing wanting to be known, the silent wanting to be heard. It’s absurd, there’s only questions, not answers. Ultimately, nothing matters, and that’s the peace that passes all understanding, the rest is just linguistic gymnastics. Pointless leading nowhere.