“From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and call consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.”
I have this quote handwritten on a small piece of paper that I still keep in my wallet. It’s one of the few sentimental things I carry with me. I read this book a few summers ago during a particularly turbulent and confused period in my life, different but not unlike the one I’m currently experiencing. It was a great read.
I still find myself guilty of losing the forest for the trees, of thinking my handful of mutated awareness is the world, and I read this every once in a while to remind myself how much greater the world actually is.