Art by Norman E. Masters
Brother despair and sister depression: guides, who lead us out of the morass of self guides, who lead us into the wilderness of letting-go. Only one Self in this world with clenched fists and white knuckles I would grasp that rampant delusion: my own, small self my own imagined "self-determining" my own willful control of destiny. I am your manifest: this body-mind-soul unit who is able to separate from body-mind-soul, a pseudo self who then objectifies them who in this violation unleashes all violences. I am the one who panics and flees peace who cleaves to my attachment to self-awareness who would learn to stand in this world, un-self-defined who would remember that my imagined self is a construct not something that can be controlled.