We recognize change at certain mid-range levels of space and time, but not at the micro and macro levels.
We do not feel the planet moving; we do not see our cells changing.
We do see our bodies grow old and our hair gray, so our ignorance cannot be complete.
Conceptually, we have to agree that all that is born will one day die.
But somehow, we persuade ourselves that the ‘all’ does not include ‘me’. Intellectually we say yes, but emotionally we say no.
We are simply not convinced that one day we will be gone, although it is completely and utterly certain that this is so.
This not-seeing is ignorance. It runs very deep.
Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche
Milking the Painted Cow