http://www.zippittydodah.com/2019/11/an-introspective-travelogue-into-that.html

It's all calm on every front here. Then I go out into the wide world, as seen from my various internet perches and all is not calm on almost any front. I walk away from the computer, troubled by the things I have seen... knowing it is all out of my hands. The only thing I have any possibility of influence over is me. Then... there is the consideration that there is no me. All there is a a temporary amalgam of persona brought together by the aggregate of what I've been through and the product of that astrological map that set in place the predispositions and inclinations I brought from the last go rounds. The eternally existing me is like the white screen that a film is projected on. Each lifetime is a film that begins and ends and the white screen is always there in the interim, unaffected by any of the movies that were screened on it

None of the troublesome conditions are anywhere in the house as I walk through it. None of these conditions are outside my door, or down the street, in the nearby stores or the faraway stores; where they are is in my head. I saw evidence of them. I heard about them and the magic manifestation machine in my head, the subconscious factory below decks, brought an experience of each of them into my thoughts. If I don't personally attach myself to any of these situations or conditions, there's no context for interaction between me and whatever facsimile of something my mind created, as representative of whatever it is or was. The facsimile, of course, is a subjective and seriously incomplete projection on the screen of the mind.