They decided to divide the stone into pieces.
Of course then the Priceless became lost.
Most everyone is lousy at math
And does that to God –
Dissects the Indivisible One,
By thinking, saying,
“This is my Beloved, he looks like this
And acts like that,
How could that moron over there
– from The Gift
In an earlier post, I mentioned the shifts from (a) a sense of I as seen, as content of awareness, as this human self, to (b) I as seeing, as pure awareness, as Witness, as that which content arises to and within, to (c) a realization of absence of I in seeing and seen, and Ground as seeing and seen.
Whenever there is a belief in a thought, in any thought, there is automatically an identification with content.
An idea is attached to, it is believed in, it is taken as true. Right there, the world is split.
It is split into I and Other. I is placed one segment of the world, leaving the rest to Other.
It is split into I as having a particular identity and Other as outside of this identity. I am those segments that fit into this network of ideas making up an identity, and whatever is left is Other.
Right away, there is an identification with content. I am this, not that.
Right there, the center of gravity is in content.
Right there, comes a sense of drama and struggle.
Right there, forgetfulness comes in.
Forgetting myself as the seeing, as pure awareness.
Forgetting myself as Ground, as seeing and seen, absent of I anywhere.