I have suddenly become conscious of the fact that I have an image of myself - an image which has been built up through my vanity, through my pleasure, pain, conclusions. It is an image put together by thought, by experience, by life, by my relationships, by my activities, sorrow, disgrace - everything has put together in me this image, and I have become aware of it. Then what happens? Am I choicelessly aware of it as a fact - as a fact which I can’t alter? Do you understand what I mean? It is a fact that the sun rises and sets, and I can’t do a thing about it. Similarly, this image is a fact, and I see it as a fact without saying, ‘I want to get rid of it,’ or ‘I want to change it,’ or ‘I must do something about it.’
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