Like clouds in the sky, illusory mind is constantly shifting shapes.
Some new story is always taking form.
As patterns, processes, and stories proliferate, the field of mind grows vast.
Different forms of knowledge and disciplines of practice take form.
The unknown becomes known, and the previously known recedes from view.
Each new formation becomes a component of another, more complex formation that furthers the overreaching reality – the story of the self.
Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche
Milking the Painted Cow
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