A Thought Experiment with a Cat.
Who I think I am is not who I am.
How could that be?
I’m thinking of a cat.
I can see it in my mind.
The cat is Persian grey with light golden eyes. It is grooming itself in that comical way cats have of sitting upright, legs sticking out in a v shape either side of their furry bellies, as if their legs belong to someone else.
I do not mistake the cat for my self.
But the thoughts I have about me.
My body.
Who I am in the eyes of others. What will happen to me. What I am good at. What is not good about me. Who likes me, who dislikes me. What I desire. What I fear.
These thoughts are as much me as is the cat. It’s rough pink tongue combing its soft luxurious fur.
I am the one beyond the thoughts.
They are appearing in me.
I can pay attention to a cat and still exist.
I can watch thoughts arise about any subject without attaching to them as if they are me.
The one in whom thoughts arise.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey