Up until two and a half years ago, I kept saying to myself that there's something missing in my understanding of life. I could see the gap but I didn't know what it represented.
It's like a puzzle where the missing piece prevents the puzzle from being seen for what it is. That piece is the paradox of life. It isn't seen because in the process of thinking about it, it is hidden. It's revealed when thinking stops.
But lost in logical thought, life is seen through polarities. So if the ego isn't strong then it must be weak. The mind can't consider the possibility of it not existing at all.