All is simple. It must be simple because it is exactly as it is. Complication has to do with judgment, interpretation, and all the gaps that the mind creates. You stand in the forest. You look around. Nature is very complex. Endlessly complex. Yet, not only is it extremely simple—again, exactly as it is—it cannot be otherwise, whether you see it or not, agree or not, think differently or not. The fact is very, very simple to be eaten by.
A fact doesn’t entertain your knowledge. It doesn’t support your belief or, on the other side, fight with you. A fact is real. That’s the meaning of the word. And it eats you alive. It eats the idea that you know what truth is or that you see clearly or that anything that has to do with you.
So for you to meet as many facts—if I can call it like that, which is really silly—is the path to freedom. Because life is very, let’s say, interesting, changing, and surprising, there are no tricks. It’s not like you learn a certain martial art, master it, and then you know all you need to know about face-to-face battles. But a horse is running, and you don’t know how to ride that horse or how to communicate with that horse because it’s a whole different discipline.
In life, it’s not the case. The art of life is the ultimate, absolute simplicity of the now. And the very words that were just put are not that. They suggest that the fact of things is far more real and far closer and simpler and more direct and existing than you are.
And then you choose. You choose to continue the game of choices, where you try to set yourself the environment of life inwardly and outwardly. Or, for the first time in your life, you start to smile. At first, it’s a very shy smile because you don’t dare to believe how simple things are and how stupid you are. But it is real. And it is beautiful beyond measure because it is real. And it has nothing to do with extra… I don’t know, experiences. Just the observation of truth. The things as they are. That.
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