In my mind images arise and disappear, and only memory gives them continuity, and my memory is unreliable, destructible, perishable, transient. On such flimsy foundations I build a sense of personal existence - vague dreamlike "ME". This vague feeling "me" obscures the changeless state of pure awareness and makes me believe that I'm born to suffer and die.
And? How was the practice today?
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