February 6th
The Ego pits illusions against truth to such an extent that even my perception of presence is flawed, indeed false. I cannot witness to presence here. The illusion is a projection outside the Oneness. Try as I might being present is not possible outside until it occurs naturally inside. To see the Real World is only possible once the illusion has been revealed for the imposter it is. It came to me that every action is only a reaction to the illusion. Stillness is still an illusion, as that too is a projection. A couple of days remain of the longest waiting game I set myself. The clock ticks relentlessly but from Monday I will leave time on the train leaving sunless Leeds ... And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes Final visit to Hebden Bridge for a while, perhaps I will return to that Course group once France returns south in my mind. Yesterday I realised nothing at all matters here - not even walking makes any difference. It is only...