Day Ninety-two

Most everything I touch in any way, through what I see, smell, taste, touch and think serves to reassure a pre-made sense of self. That self is sometimes scared, sometimes assured, sometimes asleep, but always different and separate. I presume I cannot see but at a distance. But that distance is incorrect, off the mark, designed to see only the inner walls of a house it has built. As Thich Nhat Hanh says, "there is a voice calling to you in feelings and perception....." Usually I am speaking rather than listening.