In that moment in which I realized that no thought is true, all other thoughts became irrelevant. They didn’t mean anything. They were just the mind trying to describe something, to tell a story. We love to tell each other stories, we love to tell ourselves stories, and above all, our mind loves to tell stories to itself, to create fictions about w

recognizing the role of Thought in creating experience makes us less inclined to run amok when we’ve gone offline. Instead of blaming our job, our partner, our kids, or the universe in general for our problems, we recognize that but for our thinking, we’d be having a completely different perception and experience of our situation.

What is the factor other than the mind and body that makes a thing real? You This is the first of the three magical words. You are not the thought. And you are not the feelings associated with the thought. You are not the mind and the body. Then who are “You?”