When you close your eyes and try to find yourself, here in this moment, who or what do you discover yourself to be?

The sound of the cars, the rustling of the leaves in the wind, the hum of the computer, the movement of the body, the pressure under the feet, the sight of the computer monitor and the room, the sunlight falling through the leaves, the sky seen through the branches, the sensation of cold, the light breeze.

I am what arises in the present. There is not even any concept of experiencer and experienced, although I see that I can create such a differentiation if need be. Of course, anything written here is an abstraction of the experience, made into words and dots on the screen.

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