—but previously the mind could create suffering from remarkably modest ingredients.
Yes, indeed: from thoughts plus bodily sensations than are generally no more than mildly uncomfortable. The mind still does that. But it does seem to be happening less.
Remove a stone from a shoe and walking remains; there isn’t necessarily an ecstatic “stone-free experience.” There is simply walking without that particular irritation.
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The “nothing” is only the absence of an extra problem—not the absence of life.
Okay, so I did understand what you were saying (though maybe I didn’t say it very well, or not in the way you would say it). It was just disappointing to acknowledge and accept that I won’t necessarily get an ecstatic, stone-free experience.
Perhaps what is developing is a taste for experience that doesn’t announce itself as special. That may initially resemble resignation because thought expected liberation to feel more impressive.
Yes, perhaps.
When I asked whether your attitude had changed, I meant: is suffering still being treated as a spiritual emergency—as evidence that something has failed or that awakening must urgently occur? Or is it increasingly something that sometimes happens, hurts and passes?
Both. But, yeah, increasingly the latter, I think.
On the issue of feeling like awakening must urgently occur, there’s a bit of softening of that, as evidenced, for instance, by a couple of times recently when I didn’t look at your post immediately upon receiving the notification (but I usually still do!) and a number of times recently, like this morning, when I’ve done some work before starting or continuing to write a response to you, even though my work could have reasonably been put off.
Also, I think I’m probably not so often going directly from “I’m miserable” to “I need to wake up” (implying: to prevent this in the future).
Of course the mind filed the instruction to look freshly. That’s what filing systems do. :-)
Yup.
When pain next appears, forget the arrow terminology for a moment and look closely: At what exact point does an unpleasant happening become “a problem for K”? What has been added—and can the K to whom it supposedly belongs be found?
Well, let’s see . . .
This morning, when I was about to leave the house, spouse asked me to try to start our malfunctioning treadmill, which he uses daily for physical and mental well-being. (I’m the electronics-whisperer in our household.) It took me almost ten minutes of turning it off and on, randomly pushing buttons, and shaking it to get it started.
This began as mainly an “unpleasant happening,” delaying my desired departure and dealing with something that “shouldn’t” be happening and that involves more luck than skill.
It drifted toward being “a problem for K” probably when I started to have thoughts about how I really need to make an appointment to get a repair person here (which will involve phone calls, which I hate, various sorts of inconvenience, dealing with strangers, and possibly a bunch of money). So I guess thoughts about the future were the main thing added?
And can I find the K to whom this problem supposedly belongs?
Well, this ever-changing pattern of perceptions and thoughts conventionally known by my name is presumably going to include further thoughts and sensations related to the darned treadmill in the coming days or weeks. At the moment, I can’t figure out what else to do with the issue of finding the one to whom that’s a problem. It seems like there’s “someone” there, even if it’s not some sort of ongoing essential “self” underlying the thoughts and perceptions.
I feel like I can do more with this question: How is that a problem?
So, there will be more thoughts about this issue, and many of them may have an emotional tone of frustration, annoyance, and worry. And that’s a problem because . . . it’s unpleasant? That doesn’t seem quite so self-evidently like a problem as it used to.
Last night, I was reminding myself of my discovery that I don’t have to be afraid of the productions of my own mind. I think I still mostly am afraid of certain sorts of productions of my mind, but that’s maybe easing up just a bit.