Last night, I descended into partisanship. During those hours, there were good guys and bad guys; folks in white hats and black hats.
Of course, I was in a white hat. I knew what was right; what was wrong. That feels really good, for a change.
And -- I wanted to beat the black hats into submission.
In the calm light of morning, I feel the hangover from the violence. I feel the dregs of the beliefs -- I'm still not convinced I am wrong.
But a wisp of disidentification is returning. I am not the body. I am not the mind. I am not the emotions. I am the witnessing consciousness, which wears no hat, judges not, chooses no sides. It simply watches; mirrors all that passes before it.
The dark and the light reside inside of me.
Remember.
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