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.