The self can become obsessed with confirming existence.
The seduction of the self is far more subtle than the seduction of the ego, yet no less as ensnaring.
It is the, "I am (here)!" to ego's, "I am something!"
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As I evolve, my frame shifts; with it, my perception. Thus, all in constant motion; nothing remains the same.
Not trying to be useful; not trying to be entertaining. Expressing experience as it comes & goes, lives & dies.
When authenticity doesn't feel vulnerable, I know I'm hiding behind a performance; using authenticity as armouring.
Sometimes... the best way to help is to step away & disentangle the threads that bind us to our mutual follies.
