You know what I’m talking about! When you’re arguing with anyone and your mind keeps playing back your version of events and how you’re right and the other person needs to just see that. You tell yourself not to think about it, then moments later, the cycle of words and phrases repeat themselves. It’s at these times that we’re most contracted and completely bound, with no freedom to simply stop the “story” and end our mind’s tirade.
I have imagined in the moments just prior to death, my body distressed and suffering and can see the egoic nonsense of thinking that enlightenment is only possible when everything is just right. And since it’s never just right, it’s permanently postponed. If a little background anxiety is sufficient to distract my attention from The Great One on a calm, blue-sky day, what chance would exist for this fool in the jaws of a bear at the moment of death.