The Fog of Ignorance

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Empty Yet Full in Between
There are your eyes, ears, and heart.

I cover my eyes, ears, and heart,
constantly demanding that you open them.


With infinite patience and waiting,
in the space where time and space dissolve,
I fall deeper into the abyss of ignorance,
trapped in the valley of fog.

As if I have learned the whole world from a single ray of light,
as if I have realized the entire world from a single sound,
the torrential rain that burns my skin is frightening,
yet I only gaze at the flower petals kissed by the gentle drizzle.

Whether it’s a torrential rain or a light drizzle,
the falling rain moistens the earth
and silently melts the burning heart.

Let’s Not Be Lonely: The True Nourishment of Human Connection

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What makes me who I am is a combination of the genes I was born with, the influence of my family, and the countless people I’ve met as I grew up—friends, teachers, neighbors. I may not remember every word they said, but their words, facial expressions, scents, and body language have all shaped my awareness and choices. That is what makes me me.

That’s why the people I talk to, exchange thoughts with, and spend time around are incredibly important. These days, human contact has been reduced, and in its place, we’re surrounded by screens and information. It seems like we have more freedom of choice because we can select exactly what we want—but in reality, the range of choice has become much narrower. It’s all one-way communication. This is media isolation, media picky-eating, and media loneliness.

So even though I’m writing this now, I truly believe that meeting face-to-face is the best way. When we can speak with our eyes and mouths, and listen with our hearts, we absorb the full nourishment of connection. Watching meditation videos or listening to meditation music on YouTube isn’t the same as truly meditating.

If you agree with these thoughts, close your eyes now, take a deep breath in, and as you exhale, slowly count from one to ten.

I hope my life brings something good to yours, and that your life brings something good to mine.

Let’s not be lonely.

Becoming a Bigger Self

When we’re young, we dream of growing up quickly so we can live life on our own terms. We imagine eating what we want, sleeping when we want, dressing how we like, earning money, creating things, achieving dreams.

But once we actually become adults, we come to a sobering realization: almost nothing truly goes the way we want. And eventually, most of us don’t even know what it is that we want anymore.

To make things more confusing, the guiding voices we once had—parents, teachers, mentors—are no longer there to say “yes” or “no.” No one is really watching us closely enough to point out what we need or who we are becoming.

Perhaps, a few years from now, AI will be able to give us razor-sharp feedback based on economic and social data. Maybe it will see us more clearly than any human can. But if that day comes, the feedback might be so brutally logical, so precise and systematized, that it leaves no space for grace, for softness, for the human spirit.

So what do we need now?

We need each other.

But not just as we are—we need to become bigger self for each other. Not our small, reactive, fragile selves. We need to grow—mentally, physically, spiritually—into something stronger and more whole. We need to be the kind of people who can truly support one another.

How do we become this Bigger Self?

There’s a book called Bigger Self, Bigger Mindthat outlines a path, so I won’t list every method here. But one thing is clear: we don’t have infinite time. Humans, even at best, live to around 100. None of us knows how long we have.

The universe may be infinite. Some say we’re reborn again and again. But without preparation, without intention, how many lifetimes would it take to finally do what we were meant to do?

Life doesn’t offer a reset button at will.

If you’re reading this right now, this moment is your best moment.
Let’s become Bigger Self.
You and I, together.

Who Am I?

Everyone, at some point, has probably heard the question, “Who am I?”
And most have likely asked themselves the same.
Sometimes, an answer comes. Sometimes, it doesn’t.
Maybe the answer sounds oddly familiar, as if heard somewhere before.
Other times, we think we’ve crafted the best answer we know how to give.
And occasionally, an unexpected and profound answer appears from within.

This question is as ancient as humanity itself — as old as the Bible, the scriptures, and the quiet spaces of human contemplation.
Even as the world changes rapidly, the essence of this question — and its answers — seems to remain unchanged. Would someone ever say, “I am an AI,” or “I am the creator of Bitcoin”?
Unlikely.

In my years of meditation and reflection, I’ve heard many answers from many people.
None have gone far beyond what I expected.
But perhaps that’s not what matters most.
Because the answer can shift — yesterday’s answer may not be the same as today’s.

What truly matters to me is proof — to live out what I say I am.
If I say I am love, then I prove it, in whatever way I can, however small, through my actions that day. If I say I am hope, then I strive to share hope with others — and to be my own source of hope.

It might last only a day, or it may carry into the next.
Day by day, it builds — and with it, a clearer sense of self.

A good question isn’t just poetic or clever.
It becomes powerful when it leads to new value being created.

So today, I ask again:
“Who am I?”
And quietly, I live as today’s version of me.

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A Blessing Falling on the Mind

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Like a sound too vast to be heard,
Everything around me is so full, I can no longer see.
My heart wanders, seeking an empty space,
But even in hearing and seeing, I cannot know.

Remaining in that very place,
I turn, roll, and lift my mind—
And welcome the rain of the universe.
Unavoidable streams pour down,
Flowing through my mind.
It is a blessing.

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