Our belief systems lead by our hormones and specific memories make us foolish enough to behave, even though we have enough evidence to the contrary, as if specific things and objects can last and be the same as we would like them to be. This rather strange limited intelligence is what man seems proud of when he invents advanced medical care and super-fast means of communicating with other men. Our ability to focus so closely on specific things and get excited about them and then have a strong ability to make memories of these specific things and situations leads us to have constant expectations and hopes of repeats of the so called good events and constant fears to want to avoid what we consider unhappy events. The fact that all the events, good or bad are so transitory is missed by us completely. That no matter how hard we try, we simply cannot understand or enhance or extend or shorten the ways of specific happenings. We consider ourselves to be a specific object and operate within what we consider specific good/bad events. Yet this system can only fail us and really itself when it constantly ends up in confusion and more enhanced fears and hopes. Only the sudden seeing that perhaps there are no objects and that I am maybe not a person as I have believed I am, opens the brain to what can only be called essence and therefore the inability to be able to think and therefore perceive in separation. For the brain to be open to that which cannot be measured or thought of in a specific way and therefore not lend itself to either time or space is a blissful point indeed. It is the only point of immortality, not for me the person, but for that which has never been able to be caught by the limitations of human understanding. For the me, it is the point of complete dissolution and surrender to that which I humbly do not wish to nor can understand any more. This ends all seeking and what is left is bliss indeed. Simply for itself. By itself.