I love life, and I’m learning to love myself only because I don’t take either of those things seriously.

I could die right now; it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just an image, my whole life is pure imagination. These words, this house, the big sky outside and all of these thoughts and feelings based on them, this very experience of them is not-self. And not-other, too.

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