Only body can concentrate or make the mind do so. No matter your talent or desire; you can’t paint ebony black. Oh, it can seem as though you have done so, even if it doesn’t show in the same way, it can seem you are trying to wake-up without ever seeing any results.
The question is:
How can you tell when you graduated from a course in Stupidity?
Or: where does the empty half of a half-filled bottle believe it is?
Or: who does a critic condemn who lives alone; who, (even), can a one eyed critic even see?
A civilian asks:
“If I am starving, is not something wrong for me?” Yes.
“And if I am freezing, is not something wrong in my life?” Certainly.
“Then how can you say that nothing is wrong in life?”
(Note that I did say so before you started talking about it.)
The body silently registers all real wrongs; the mind only pretends to…and when it has none, invents them.
Generally, talking about something is not an attempt to explain it, but to make it seem more important. Consider what this means regarding things that exist only by virtue of them being talked about in the first place, (to wit), most of what fills up most people’s lives. (Yikes!)
J.