B monk. Not to complain abt small things

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ENTROPY ASKS TAX PAID BY ENERGY 

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FREE WILL X SOUL 

free will in this context, I’m referring specifically to the feeling of a conscious will. I’m pointing to the fundamental, day-to-day illusion we all seem to walk around with: that we are distinct and separate “selves,” separate not only from those around us and from the outside world but even from our own bodies, as if our conscious experience somehow floats free of the material world. For example, like everyone else, I have the absurd tendency to regard “my body” (including “my head” and “my brain”) as something my conscious will inhabits—when in fact everything I think of as “me” is dependent on the functioning of my brain. Even the slightest neural changes, via intoxication, disease, or injury, could render “me” unrecognizable. Yet I can’t seem to shake the false intuition that I could even choose to leave my body (if I could only figure out how) and everything constituting “me” would somehow remain magically intact. It’s easy to see how human beings across the globe, generation after generation, have effortlessly constructed various notions of a “soul” and descriptions of life after death that bear a striking resemblance to life before death

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AWARENESS

"awareness." Just as in the morning you become, by and by, alert and you come out of the sleep and the sleepiness falls down, disappears; the same happens again: you come out of your slumber; by and by your eyes open, you start seeing, your heart becomes available, your being open; and immediately, you are no longer the same person you were while asleep. Have you ever observed, in the morning, when awake, you become a totally different person — you are not the same who was asleep? Have you observed, in sleep you become a totally different person — in sleep you do things you cannot even imagine doing while you are awake — in sleep you believe in things you cannot believe while you are awake? In sleep every sort of absurdity is believed. While you are awake you laugh at your own foolishness, at your own dreams.

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