The best interface is no interface.
The perfect mind is no mind.
When we don’t mind, our spirit can see through our eyes unobstructed, unshielded, unmasked.
In a culture obsessed with logic and order,
we attribute everything to our brains.
Placing so much importance in the brain is a thin disguise for overmindedness.
Mindfulness, once a lofty state of enlightenment only the highest masters could reach, now masquerades in the marketplace as a euphemism for overmindedness.
Listen inside/around you for this frequent fallacy:
I was at the gym and I hadn’t eaten all day, and my brain was like, “Karen, the stairmaster can wait.”