Alone

[Gonzo]

I found this bit on Jed McKenna's forum - I rather like it.

We’re born alone, we die alone, and we live alone, each on our own planet of perception. No two people have ever met. Even the people you know best and love with all your heart are your own projections. Sooner or later, you’re the one who’s left. Do you realize how wonderful that is? After all, you’re the one you go to sleep with and wake up with, you’re the one who orders your favorite food and loves your favorite music. You’ve always been your favorite subject – your only subject. It’s all about you.

There’s nothing sweeter than being with myself, by myself. The amusement, the wonder of thoughts! They appear so real in their brilliance, they create the whole world, the majesty and play of it, the life of feelings, the joys that mind brings forth as nectar to itself. Thoughts appear from nowhere, they move by like clouds, they change, they dissipate, they’re gone. Who named the sky? How did he know that?

- Byron Katie, A Thousand Name for Joy (Chapter 42)