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There is much to aknowledge in both of your post, Durwin and Melv,
These stories make me think of a place in which I go these days, sometimes.
It's seems as a regression, but I think it is not. Sometimes, when I'm faced with my own suffering, which is at the moment made of consciousness about how my mind functions in endless tries to avoid suffering, I tend to feel terribly lost and unable to cope. I then give up, but what is happening then, is that this attitude is creating a great opening to life and it throws me in a flow of here and now. Then a kind of joy appears. I feel the same when faced with the suffering of others and when I don't give the usual talk, like “all things pass” or things like that.
It's like: I fight, see it's useless, give up all hope, stay here, and hope appears, but in a different manner than the one I used to cling on.
Regression in service of the ego?
Patrick
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