Yesterday at a stop sign I watched a woman walk across the street. I saw the dance between the street and the woman as they separated and then came back together. And yet I was surprised that I couldn't sense any weight to her.
We don't see weight. We don't see anything beyond what is there. Then we start adding what we know and we are suddenly not seeing anymore, but caught in our preconceptions.
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read Epictetus!
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