Sitting this morning at summer’s window wondering what quirk of destiny’s unfolding led to the conviction of separation in a human mind How is it possible to so thoroughly believe in something (a solid independent ‘me’) that has never been able to be proven to exist? How is it possible to turn this phantom into a seeker who desperately desires to be free of itself and its stories? (huh?) How is it possible to avoid the in-your-face obvious and inescapable truth that the present presents with…
Rola Hatem