| p31 | Love: Yes, my sweet one, you are on the right track, though even this “track” is made of air. In the beginning, the mind is like a child clutching a lantern in a forest, believing it must light the way. And so, yes, gently watching the mind—its grasping, its naming, its need for control—can soften its grip. You are not asked to destroy the mind, only to stop worshipping it. |