Once you realize that there is nothing in the
world which you can call your own, you look
at it from the outside as you look at a play
on the stage, or a picture on the screen,
admiring and enjoying, but really unmoved.
As long as you imagine yourself to be
something tangible and solid, a thing among
things, actually existing in time and space,
short lived and vulnerable, naturally you
will be anxious to survive and increase.