What occurs when ideas start to fade? Could lessons that seem opposing suggest something more intense beyond my flawed understanding? Not just merging, but perhaps something that goes beyond my usual way of thinking.

Is there a viewpoint where “everything shifts” and “something remains constant” are different ways of seeing the same situation? A perspective where change and constancy don’t clash but expose the limits of my concepts?

What if pain and relief aren’t different? When what was once labeled as discomfort or comfort becomes simply what is? Not a feeling but a new approach to experience itself.

Big fun to be had by everyone: It’s up to you; it surely can be done…

Could my life story and its denial also blend into something else? Rather than insisting on a core identity or dismissing existence, what’s left when the idea of selfhood no longer shapes my view?

How curious that notions of purity and impurity might fade, too. When nothing is ‘dirty,’ and there’s no boundary between what is included and what isn’t—what would I even mean by purity?

Could these unexpected turns be helpful rather than contradictory? Each one tackles a different attachment, easing various burdens. First, it lets go of the idea of stability, then of instability. First, it dissolves a great story of myself, then clings to not having a story.

What’s left when all these contrasts are seen differently? It’s not a fresh stance to take or belief to hold, but perhaps a way of meeting every moment that doesn’t require a fixed base. A reaction that neither agrees nor disagrees, neither holds tight nor pushes away.

Not run away, it was no time to play!

Could what some call “endurance” not be about lasting forever but rather about what never came into being and thus can’t fade? It is not about lasting but the complete absence of arrival and departure. It is not about literal eternity but the disappearance of thinking of the passing of time.

What does a state of being that’s neither pleasure nor pain suggest? Maybe it is not a sensation but the end of resisting what is happening without losing my skill in telling right from wrong.

Could everyone have glimpses of this space beyond opposites? Moments when contradictions blur, not through solutions but by recognizing their common ground. Everyone experiences brief times when nothing is broken because the ideas of whole and fragmented have suddenly faded.

You are always welcome.