A human being is not a personality.
It is not a set of likes and dislikes. For this is Mind.
A human being is an organism.
A nameless, identity-less organism.
It has numerous functions which serve to sustain itself.
But it does not “think.”
No, no. It does not think at all.
“Thinking” is a learned behavior. It is a sumptuous delicacy. It is a garnish. It is an adornment.
Feeling and Perceiving in their raw form lead to Knowing.
A human being in its native form Knows without thinking.
It reacts without “considering.”
It sees without identifying.
It lives in a sort of graceful neutrality.
And in this way, it does not get entangled.
It moves through the gravel paths and grassy fields without a care in the world.
For there is no one to care for.
But the moment this human being superimposes upon itself a personality, the mind is born.
And the human being will forever lay under the soot and rubble of this mind.
The day that he realizes this, he begins to emerge.
And when he does, he clears the soot from his eyes, and sees what he once saw a long time ago.
This is Atmamun.