The mind is like a world that’s as vast as it’s mysterious. There’s a lot of room for exploring and discovering and building and creating in it, but there isn’t very much that’s said about it that is absolutely true and completely understanding of it.
It can only be imagining itself as a thing outside itself, which is where it never really gets to be. When it’s looking at itself, it is always looking in a mirror. Looking at another mind, it may think it has the outside view, but it’s only thinking after all, which is only just a part of the mind, and so always less than what the mind is truly. Thinking of the mind can’t reveal the mind completely.
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