Sitting quietly for a long while tonight. I feel touching, and I concentrate. I notice how everything else falls away... not gone, but not tied to me anymore. I look for what the base of sense is, and notice many thoughts springing from the base of the mind;. it seems like the same kind of base, body or mind.... also it seems that they are not really there.... the sense of having a 'door' or a place for the stone to touch is not there without the stone, it must arise in combination with its object. And so I think that often I am not looking in the right place... I am looking for this door to be pre-existent, much as I look for peace of mind to be a thing or something to find. The door of sense very possibly cannot be seen from any place other than where it is.
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