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I was still very young when Granny taught me this little ditty:
sticks and stones
can break my bones
but words can never hurt me!
I hurled that little incantation at many a playground bully, oblivious to its profound truth.
Decades later I found out for myself that whatever ‘I’ is, it can’t be touched, let alone hurt, by words or anything else: no weapon, thought or circumstance has any power over ‘I’.
How could ‘I’ – a ‘something’ that isn’t an object of any kind – ever be a target?
What kind of weapon could ever affect a not-thing that has no particular place in time and space?
You want the ultimate refuge?
Break the bungee cord and free-fall into your very own ‘I’.
It’s nowhere near as scary as you might think.
echoes from emptiness 