Why is it that we are generally happiest when we aren’t thinking? Why do we pursue activity in which we turn off input from our minds? Like watching TV, reading a book and all the other activities in which we are importing rather than exporting thoughts.

Is it not because the mind is essentially a paranoid instrument? is it not the place where the rationalisations of our primitive impulses like fear do battle? And by occupying our minds, our minds are not occupying us. Aren’t our minds the place where all our doubts, fears and anxieties reside?  

Do we need to keep ourselves constantly distracted so that the prisons our minds build are not perceived by us?

Perhaps if we know our minds for what they really are, we can release ourselves from servitude to our fears. And perhaps then, we can reduce suffering.



“Know thy self”