What is the mind, if not the ability to ask this very question
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There is a need within what we are, which drives our ability to be all that which we are capable of being
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But the nature of the need is not something which can be known. At least not within what it is to know itself
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There is only every the expression of the need. Within our ability to enact the need, is a question of why such need would, or could exist
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But never is it so hard for us to see the simple beauty of what the need is, as it is to be life in need, in order to exist
We are the question, seeking an answer. So how could we every possibly see ourselves as the answer, as need fulfilled
When all questions are answered, what is it to seek?
When all need is fulfilled, what is it to exist within such pursuits?
Do we simply live for tomorrow? When the question will be asked again? Or need will be renewed?
Or do we live for the nights, when comfort is within finding?
We mislead ourselves in the pursuit of mind, as if it were the knowing which defines what it is to think
Who are we? If not for the very question itself
What is, is not the same as what could be. But what could be, will never be the same as what is
Wherein the difference comes to be all that is, and all that could be, there is no difference in the definition, other than where one is pictured within the realms of physical confinement
So is it what is, which defines what could be?
There is no path to anything, which can also be a path to something other. Or indeed, something completely different and opposite
The choice is not what we become, is the expression of the need to become, in itself
We see mind as something held, but within the expression, we sit outside within the consideration of such things
So what is mind, within the consideration of itself?
Why would a question, ever question its ability to question?
If you look beyond the means of what can be know, or what can be defined, then all you will find within such pursuits, is confusion within the nature of the question itself
Like trying to define a static point in space, within the shifting of the oceans tides
You look upon, what it is to be looked upon
It is a simple loop to perceive. But an impossible one to understand
Other than to know, that it cannot be understood. At least not our bodies. And not within this world
This does not make the pursuit fruitless. Only as ever changing as the nature of any type of fluid reality within this world
But if the question itself, is the answer, then why ask?
It is no more than the experience itself
An experience which we negate, in seeking to understand why it it we consider an ask such things
We forget to live when we are busy longing for yesterday
And we lose sight of who we are, when we we consider where it is we are going. And why
Creation is not intended to be understood. Only ever experienced, appreciated and respected
We open ourselves to all consideration within such things. But it is only to know, as one who experiences
Never as one who defines the experience within its inception
We seek the source of creation, failing to understand that it lays within what it is to seek such things
We ask from creation, of creation, as that which has been created
The definition, of what it is to be, need and find fulfillment
We move, because we need seek
We need seek, because we move, within what it is to seek
There is no great mystery here to be unfolded, beyond why it is so hard for us to see that which we are, for what it is
We are the truth of creation
The only defining truth that can ever be known within creation
Everything else is the experience
