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D Geek鸡血注入的广播： 我的天这个作者的文笔美好得令人窒息 I stayed on that bluff for hours as I reflected on what had occurred. I came to see how the edifice of identity, with its past and future, hopes and fears, paired with my striving to become someone, or to gain something, and my resistance to the inevitability of not being someone or losing something, had cut me off from the precious source of life—the dynamic, unitary flow of which we are all always a part but I had failed to recognize. Rather than being separated and pitted against life, I waslife. The struggle to which I had resigned myself, indeed that had overwhelmed me since childhood, was revealed to be mostly a mental fabrication born of the delusion of separateness. For a moment, in meditative absorption, I thought I had entered a holy vortex, pierced through the veil of appearances, and accessed a sacred reality. Or had I?