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Truth and Knowledge: Questions on Forms and Formlessness


What is seen which is not in me? What is heard if the meaning of it does not reside inside me? Where does the taste lie? In the object outside me or my senses are also made of that taste? What is touched? My own ego or an extension of it? 

If I exist then the world exist for me. Otherwise there is void. What if I don't exist? And what if I do exist? Is there any Universe outside me? Formal reality is true or illusionary? These questions are perennial and everlasting. Many answers are offered, many speculations are projected, but who answers the questions? Where are the answers projected? There must be someone who is curious to know? It means ego exists. Does ego dwell in a form? Is there a single form? Form is real or it is nothing? Whether my senses are true to the reality? Or behind it some essence is hidden? Is there a dichotomy of Creator and created? Or creation is random, chaotic, unorganized, unfathomable, everlasting? Is there anything called science? Or it is merely a sign, a site to justify beliefs? Is there any answer if basic questions are not clear? 

I find many answers, but not a single question. I find many sources of the information, but no sincerity to ask the questions, to remain with it, unless reality reveals in its complete dimensions. Fragmentary meditations are fake, illusionary, a process to hide the questions. No knowledge deserves the respect, if the discovery of truth is not attached to it. 

Anything before me is unreal, then which future will deliver me the eternal truth? Past and future are memories, simply thoughts, which don't exist at the moment. Only reality is present. Everything is here and now. There are multiple forms, including 'I', are formed but also remain formless. Life exists in me, but also remains possible after me. My thoughts are simply the bundles of information. Behind the thoughts and intellect, everything reveals, which is not required to be interpreted or presupposed. Knowing too much is not a possible goal to achieve. It's unreal. Discovery starts with I and remains with I. Discoverer has a choice; to identify with form or formless. Formal identity is samsara and behind it, the consciousnesses is eternal, always already present, beyond the question. It is not a matter of belief to search out I. Without I, no question begins and no answer is offered. I exist for sure. And something exists cannot be conditioned at time and space. Time and space are the basic framework to experience the changing world. But precisely it is time which changes. It doesn't change anything. If I perceive me in the framework of time and space; I appear to be finite. Beyond it, I have always been infinite. Knowledge around me is formal, but the truth is changeless and eternal.

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