A man sees a coiled rope in the dusk and mistakes it for a serpent, and is therefore frightened. When day dawns, he sees that it was only a rope and that his fear was groundless. The Reality of Being is the rope. The illusion of a serpent that frightened him is the objective world.
I see lots of serpents. What if they’re all unreal?
This bronchitis is bad. It causes me great suffering.
I’m going to be alone for the rest of my days.
Jody isn’t with me anymore.
I can’t memorize long speeches, especially the hundreds of lines that Jake speaks in the play Jake’s Women.
I’m getting old. My skin is sagging.
Nobody understands me.
I don’t have enough energy to write this blog post.
I’m no good at sex.
I should be interested in politics.
I won’t be strong enough in 2016 to ride my bicycle across Canada.
I’ll never get good at meditating.
I should sell my house and settle for a little apartment in London.
I am deficient.
Time is running out for me.
I shouldn’t walk around downtown London at night.
It’s too hard for me to learn how to fingerpick on my guitar.
500 copies of Jody’s book is way too many.
People won’t like my acting.
This summer, when I’m driving through Western Canada on my road trip, I won’t be able to find a place to stay at the end of the day.
Life isn’t fair.
Life takes all my energy away.
“Life is hard, and then you die.”