“What happened was simple, even banal: I became naked, died, lost parts of my flesh and most of my ego along with a few illusions such as a belief in the uniqueness of my personal scrap of consciousness and the cosmic importance therof, and went on from there.” BeliefLostSimpleConsciousnessHappenedEgoIllusionImportanceDiedFleshNakedCosmicUniquenessScrap Author:MacDonald Harris
“It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the universe, in some obscure corner of my mind I wanted the others to love me and make exceptions for me simply because I felt heat and cold, pain and loneliness as they did. Now this was gone once and for all, and I understood there were no exceptions and on one was invulnerable, we all had to share the same conditions and in the end this was simply mortality, the mortality of things as well as ourselves. After that I didn't expect anybody to love me.” MindWellsStillsEndsWantedPainUniverseFeltMy OwnEnemyGoneShareConditionsLonelinessColdUniqueIllusionUnderstoodCornersBonesFleshHeatExceptionMortalityObscureOf My MindHeat And Cold Author:MacDonald Harris
