We are all repeating ourselves,
Words keep coming...
THIS cannot be described because how can something which IS itself, look at itself as an object in order to describe what it sees?
And how can THIS, which in fact is not an object, be described, except by an object which is outside of it, observing it?
There is no way out of THIS...everywhere "you" turn, you will find YOU.
Every seeming mind movement away from right here, THIS, is doomed. Doomed! THERE IS NOTHING ELSE -THIS IS IT.
End, stop, fin, finito, ende...
Any, any, any thought that arises - now - arises in THIS that you ARE....no way around it, no way out of it, no way into it, no way, no way, no way, no other way.
There may be a complete collapse here....of what? A belief in a thought...
Is there ever a belief in a thought - here and now? Is there any other "time?"
Only THIS. Nowhere else to go. Nothing else to be.