Every word written, ever, has been stolen. Not one was an original thought. Thoughts by their very nature are unoriginal. Who is writing this? Mind. Just a survival mechanism. Mind is going around in circles, writing things down to make them real in the physical world. Sometimes mind has to hear its own thoughts aloud to make them real, to make them more believable. It has to make the world a safe place. If the mind's own thoughts are written down, then they are real things, they belong to the world proper. But the difference is an illusion. Thoughts in the mind and on paper, on a screen, travelling through the air as sound are the same thoughts. They all exist in the mind in differing forms.
Perception is the mother of confusion. Perception, with mind, causes confusion. Perhaps perception with no mind is clarity. Maybe that is God, or Nirvana, or whatever. No mind. How is that possible? For mind, writing this down, it is not. Mind can't understand how no-mind can be acheived. I = mind. The more mind has tried to stop its own thinking, the more frustrated and angry mind gets, the more determined mind is to find another way to trick itself. These are all ways of tricking mind. Even this process of writing down mind's own thoughts. Perhaps, even this is the path of destruction. Mind is creating a labyrinth of systems and gateways, and false corridors that will eventually make no-mind a complete impossibility. Mind is its own worst enemy.
Mind writes sentences like that - mind is no one's enemy. Mind just is. Let mind go on its way. Just watch mind. With watching will come understanding. Let the dust in the river settle first, then mind will be able to stop. The water becomes clear. But only if you let the dust settle first.
