11-02-2009, 12:31 PM
(11-02-2009, 11:05 AM)Questioner Wrote: The metaphor that arises in my imagination is one of a surfer riding a wave. The wave continues to have its own existence in time and motion through space, but the successful surfer does not have a perception of going in a different direction than the wave. (And for the unsuccessful surfer who wipes out: Ouch!)
Okay. It seems to me, though, that this continues to be a prelude to the stilling of the waves and the denuding of the personal identity, no?