Knowing: the Universe of Your Own Experience
Q: Hi, John I’m just back from a Zen retreat. I was there sitting for five hours a day looking at a wall, questioning myself: ‘who am I?’ What I found was that I don’t know. I don’t know who is sitting here. I don’t know who is speaking, who is walking, who is moving. The only thing I know is that I’m here.
John: You are meaning. There you are, and there is no ‘who.’ You are meaning moving as intimacy of being…