“There’s such a fine line between introspection and self-indulgence,” he says to himself while taking a shit.
“Of course, a little self-indulgence never hurt anyone.” But a lot can kill ya.
“This Way, whatever it is, involves intense introspection, but it isn’t psychoanalysis. There’s a difference between seeing the nature of thought and reveling in thought; between observing all the factors involved in an experience and believing that, ‘This solely caused that, or this solely means that.'”
He’s definitely had his fair share of self-indulgence over the years.
“Psychoanalysis involves forming narratives about narratives. I spot a story that I’m telling myself, and then I tell a story about that story in order to get to the bottom of it. But this practice isn’t like that at all. This practice means watching all the narratives come together without smudging it with further commentary.
“When we get down the root of it, to who we are minus conditioning, there aren’t a lot of answers leftover. I don’t know why I do the things I do, I don’t know why I am the way I am. I don’t think of myself as this or that—I just live.”
Don’t forget to wipe.