‘We experience some kind of dying in sitting, which relates with what’s true and what’s not true. What’s not true dies, so we suffer. We wish to hang on to the self which we believe exists. The contents of what “I” means, or the pieces of the idea of the self are consistent, but when you sit you observe no substance in those pieces of self.’
I was browsing through an archive folder this week (trying to find a translation of the Soanka, which I wanted to include in my talk to the Hebden Bridge group), and came across a lot of texts and quotes that I had rather forgotten about. I can’t find a source for this one, but it feels typical of Kobun, not wanting to hand out sweets, prefering to tell it like it is.
