If I fail to see what I am (and especially what I am not) it is because I am too busily imaginative, too "spiritual", too adult and knowing, to accept the situation exactly as I find at this moment. A kind of alert idiocy is what I need. It takes an innocent eye and an empty head to see their own perfect emptiness.
[pg. 27 - The Mind's I]
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