What I discovered is that if you allow yourself to get deep enough, eventually you reach what feels like the Place of Nothing. And what’s remarkable about the Place of Nothing is how quiet it is, how still.
When identity is shaken, what takes its place?
Ysette Guevara, PhD

I read a similar thing by Lao Tzu today:

In pursuit of the world,

One gains more and more.

In the pursuit of the Tao, one gains less and less.

Loss upon loss until at last comes rest.

When nothing is done, nothing remains undone.

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