The unknown, that which is not known.
That which is not known to you now and forever, no matter what.
That is closer to you than your own thinking.
The thinking is an expression of itself.
Thought manifest, but it manifests in a space that no one know what that space is.
People give it name.
They describe it.
They relate their description to other people's descriptions and so on.
But that which make thought possible, that give room for thought to express itself is unknown.
You can see it, you can see it now, it's simple, it's very, very not mystical.
The only question is why that space, the space of infinite potentiality, before any movement of thought, before any action of the mind, anything.
Why it is not dear to you?
To you means to the mind, to you, to me, to us.
Why it is not dear to you as your most precious fountain of existence.
Rather, at best, you respect it and give it kind of a chance.
Yeah, maybe there is, maybe it's important, but I have other things to look at.
I have other things to engage with.
I have other things to learn.
Why?
I doubt if there is an answer that can bring clarity to this question.
But I'm very confident, I'm so sure that the question itself can act.
If it is asked very sincerely, without any pretension, any false pretension that basically pretend to know or pretend not to know about unknown, but to know about it, and so on and so on.
You know the tricks of the mind if you look at it.
You don't need to hear about it from me or from anyone.
So question why that which is closer to you than your own thinking is not dear to your heart the most.
And see where it takes you.
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