Sometimes I wrap tightly around concepts. The idea of liberation is so tempting to hold on to. It is the only thing we can never possess. so we settle for its ghost. Of course we don't really possess anything, but freedom is a special case. It is like water... nothing can stop it, it permeates everything. I touch the stone; perception occurs afterwards. Insight into the distance between realities brings despair to the mind of concepts. But after that there is liberation, holding it all very gently, bringing attention back through the forest of the mind.
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