Thought is thinking itself.
It thinks itself, and it tries to understand itself.
It sees that its nature is empty. There is no substance to thought.
Then it sees the movement of belief.
A thought that is believed, believed to be real, believed to be important, creates direction. Towards a thing, or in avoidance from it, same.
Then thought directly understands, for itself, that it lives, that it moves, by its belief. And it asks: what is the movement of itself, if at all,
What is thought as movement, not by belief. Just like that. Just like the... Just like that, like air.
It also sees, as a thought, it cannot come with an answer to it, because such answer would be a limit.
In a way, it also sees that it cannot ask it, because that would be a starting point, that's an agenda, that's ‘trying to get something’.
So in this question, which is a life question, which is the question of stillness, of silence, you know… it's the ultimate question, thought just falls in love.
And because that question so sincere now, the question goes beyond thought, so where thought ends, question continues. Without an answer, but it continues.
And thought, which was never in conflict other than with itself, accepts itself and kind of loses interest in believing.
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