Dog biscuits aren’t too bad; kind of dry and bitter. Canned dog food though, is smelly and leaves a grease slick on your tongue.
How do I know these things?
I tasted dog food when I was a kid.
I used to watch my pet dog, Stormy, wolf down his canned food. I loved the mutt and wondered how his meal tasted. So, I crouched down beside his food bowl like a member of the pack and I took a bite. I have not forgotten the flavor.
If you want to know the taste of something, you have to taste it for yourself. Otherwise, all you get is hearsay. How can you trust one word of it? Can mere beliefs gratify your heart? Is yours a hunger that can be satisfied by reading menus?
There is no teacher or teaching that you can bank on. You have no “capital” but your own consciousness in this moment with which to understand and commune with reality. Therefore, you must settle uncompromisingly into your own truth, apart from all beliefs and conditionings and hopes and fears that tend to push or pull you one way or another. You must come to rest as you are, at the ground of your own being.
Greece the inscription above the Oracle at Delphi read: Know thyself.
Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, “This above all: To thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”