Nothing can satisfy ‘me’

This is the end of grasping.

The end of needing to know, needing to understand, needing to get it, needing to prove, needing to hide, needing to be a certain way, needing to feel enough, needing to feel secure, needing to be viewed in a certain way… it’s all just an add-on, stemming from that core need. The need to know thyself… The self that doesn’t actually exist.

That neediness is endless… Endless… Nothing can satisfy it. It’s totally insatiable. A bottomless pit. Because it doesn’t actually exist. It isn’t really real. How can something that’s not real be fulfilled? There is no-one that can become complete and whole. There’s no-one that can be satisfied. No-one to know thyself. No-one that can know anything.