I sat recently and was, for a moment, clear. I saw that the thing which caused me so much pain, had nothing to do with me. And at the same time was completely dependent on me. Dependent on the me that was determined to see this as a fixed object. As a “thing” that was and always would be the way it appeared today. I looked at it from above and from below, I peered at it from the inside and the dark side, and I saw. No matter what this object shows to me, I have always placed it exactly where it stays. And the only thing holding it in place is me.