everything disintegrates.
everything made out of parts will eventually fall apart and seize to exist. most of our suffering relates to this... so its of upmost importance that we both understand, and also embrace this thought.
because nothing is permanent, we too are changing beings
correct me if i’m wrong, but i don’t know where i am
am i in my heart? or am i in my brain?
am i in my feelings? or my thoughts?
we have never located one true, real self we can pin point...the idea of a distinct, enduring soul is a matter of naive and cheerful philosophy, rather than empirical observation. yet, our deeply rooted and misguided sense of importance makes it devastating for us to think that we might not have any kind of soul...
just like a flower, a story, or a galaxy,
we are simply a collection of parts. different parts, no core.