The mind, it just makes up a bunch of questions to bother itself with. Questions that it demands answers to before it will allow itself to rest. Which of course is never. The mind just endlessly justifies its own existence, its own primacy. But maybe we shouldn’t be so hard on the mind. It’s doing the best it can. It’s a usurper in a way, but only because the sovereign is absent. When the sovereign returns, when the true Self is enthroned again, the mind becomes a faithful and capable servant.
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