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alan watts there was nothing left of me
... I became vividly aware of the fact
that what I call shapes, colors, and textures in the outside world are
also states of my nervous system, that is, of me. In knowing them I also
know myself. But the strange part of this apparent sensation of my own
senses was that I did not appear to be inspecting them from outside or
from a distance, as if they were objects. I can only say that the
awareness of grain or structure in the senses seemed to be awareness of
awareness, of myself from inside myself. Because of this, it followed
that the distance or separation between myself and my senses, on the one
hand, and the external world, on the other, seemed to disappear. I was
no longer a detached observer, a little man inside my own head,
having sensations. I was the sensations, so much so that there was
nothing left of me, the observing ego, except the series of sensations
which happened - not to me, but just happened - moment by moment, one
after another.
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Wikipedia offers a good bio of Alan
Watts, plus interesting external links:
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