Open,

Your words cut like a knife through the density. Like a scalpel excising attachment and identity. Down to the bare bones. Down further. To nothing.

Especially this:

"Can you move beyond the need for anything?
On the path, anything that you cling to will breakdown.
Anything that clings will ultimately break down.
You have to become comfortable in the absoluteness of nothing."

Strangely, the crappier I feel and the more I disintegrate, the more I feel that nothing matters.

Straight shooter you are. Thank you.

x Catherine