The Light at the End of the Tunnel Is Not the Illusion, the Tunnel Is
The self is looking for "this." But what is this? Well, this is exactly what is happening. There is reading of this—the eyes are reading, the brain is processing this word. That's this; sitting on the chair is this. The hands moving over the words is this. But that never satisfies the self. The self is always looking for something. It feels something is missing; it is walking down a dark tunnel waiting to get to the light. But the light is all there is, and there is no tunnel and no one walking down it. Maybe the thing that the self is waiting for is the end of "me," the self. The self is a seeker, always looking for more. When there is no longer any seeking, there is no self. But it is seen in liberation that there is no self, and there never was one; so, therefore, there really is no liberation. But there is a vast difference. The mind changes its environment, and there is no longer a centralised person who watches through the eyes of what it feels is its body living in a house, in a town or city or village in a country on Earth in the universe. This is the universe; there is no "out there," or another time, or any time—there is only this. This.