Impersonal observation of the facts of existence is only possible when one does not escape into ideals, but rather one has to look at ‘what is’ in the present in the mirror of relationship without the baggage of prejudice upon one’s own thoughts.
The baggage of the self acquired from the past is imposing a gradation of conflicts between the opposites directing the movement of the individual, inhibiting the catharsis or transformation of that baggage into a novel and pure self-acceptance.
Revealing statements from a poem or a good philosophy become themselves a part of these comfortably measured gradations by the fragmented intellectuality, become mere borrowed conclusions and ideals due to the prejudiced, predictable & mechanistic nature of the individual who is always seeking a way out of the present through convenient acquired compulsive traits or escape tendencies.
The process of mechanistic escape into ideals is the result of evading the utter necessity to look at oneself at any given moment. You look at the highest ideal only as a means of escape from looking at yourself thereby dooming down to a false sense of security which the convenient self dupes.
Seeing honestly without hypocrisy (hypocrisy is only possible when you fail to look at yourself and merely escape into an ideal) in any relationship is seeing that one is living in projections of dream-like reality which is being dictated by the past baggage left untransformed or stagnant which creates a sense of false freedom within the dream-like falsities of opposing and extreme ideals of fragmented intellectuality, failing to live.
Noticing and transforming the past loops into novel ways of self-acceptance of the individual is only possible in the moments of unprejudiced clear observation and not translating the observed into views based on the past. If there is no translation, there is no loop, and thus the shadow or sub-conscious lurking behind the masked self or convenient self is integrated or brought into conscious observation.
Then there is no observer judging the thoughts whether they are good or evil or anything and hence every simple thought is a beautiful art on the canvas of a silent mind and even a small task like walking becomes more meaningful and stress-free, revealing true freedom.
About the author
Deepak is a philosophy enthusiast who aims to study the subject academically. In his daily life, he writes down his thoughts as a form of inquiry into the self. A lot of his writings are a form of meditation.