Looking for the sense door of touch is an odd vocation. I'm not sure it comes into being without contact, or at least does not have any experience of function without that which it presses against. Likewise, I wonder, does contact not have any existence without feeling.... in other words, what is felt is what defines or speaks to what it is made from; contact.
As such, perhaps I'd best be looking for becoming; the strong sense of 'I' that pervades everything and cannot look back through the chain of causes because of its homemade veil.
It seems there truly is no time and space, for it flows both ways. This present moment is resting on past moments, and not just that it 'rested' in the past tense; it truly is resting on it.... deeper still, it is not here in any material sense, at any time. This feeling of touch is resting on contact, which is resting on the sense door. Any awareness of this chain seems ready to break it, but ignorance and 'I' are strong. I look without looking for a moment.
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