Day Seventeen

I have a sense of touching of the stone vs. 'everything else', or differentiated from all that is not touching the stone, my body, my plans, my world, the world and so on. Sitting with that, there arises a sense of both being quietly there, less of a 'vs', more of both sitting quietly.

Investigating the world from the vantage point of the stone, all other things have only a relation to me that I can perceive; a direct one from my senses, thought, memory and hopes, and an indirect and vague idea of anything beyond my senses. But there is nothing really there, only that which I have created through interpretation. And so I may become very close to reality with this stone, a chance to stop creating what is not there.

There are crickets singing at the very edge of something.