I think “masks I wear” intentionally or otherwise are merely my mind’s imprecise judgement of other’s opinions; they are more informative of my true opinion of what I consider to be self; and no mind pay more attention to them than my self-identifying mind. I am learning the need and the how to ground my attention to the vividness of each moment, to see things as they truly are and to respond with an awareness of oneness — an awareness that blossoms under the sun and rain of other’s genuine perspectives.
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Chapter 2: The Involuntary Thought
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