Whenever we do something we become an operator and that gives us a feeling of power and a sense of meaning. Sitting, however, we do nothing, simply sit, patiently allowing ourselves to be operated upon by the prevailing forces in our vicinity: the pull of gravity, the draw of heaven, noises, draughts, vibrations. We become operand. Yet, paradoxically, when we bring awareness to this state, these forces center us in the world with such unambiguous incision that we become empowered simply by being rather than by what we can make of the world. Creature rather than creator. And this liberates the heart to love, wisely or foolishly, it matters not, because the mind no longer needs to worry about protecting a manufactured, and therefore false, identity.

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