There is no 'I',
No 'us',
No 'them'.
Whatever I see, hear, smell, taste, touch, think about.
It is not me, not mine.
Just stories I weave in the mind.
Delusion.
Empty of self.
Insubstantial.
Everything is just emptiness.
Beautiful emptiness.
That's all it is.
Nothing to fear really.
Except not understanding what is meant by emptiness.
It is our ignorance of this that makes us suffer.
- Asoka