I will begin registering the day, as if this were a journal, and I will record my stream of thought. At least for today. A writing exercise could be: register your entire day, then write a summary with the lessons. Or: boil down to the lessons. That is right. inner.observer is stream of thought in the direction of my → work. Even though my stream of thought is murky, it carries some nuggets of gold with it, and my own job is to sift throughout my thought in order to find nuggets of gold. This is how I shall write at inner.observer, without any self-awareness. And yet, I find myself editing this very paragraph.

I shall not edit. This is a vice of the keyboard, when you write in a notebook you cannot delete. This does not mean you do not make mistakes, you simply steer the direction of the writing into the intended place and you leave behind mistakes that you must learn to live with, which maps well to real life.

The computer, however, with its undo, its re-spawn, and it’s start over, has vied to make us useless, because mistakes in the digital world are (most of the time) impermanent, while the emotional and physical landscape does not have this luxury. If society were to make a huge mistake, could we simply undo our mistake and live on?

No, big mistakes cause big trauma, the human process is very different from the digital process, even though the digital worldview holds many truisms which should be learned upon on the spiritual dimension, on the contrary of the human soul, un-doing, rebirthing, starting over and forgiving are acts that—if done as an act of starting blank slate, you soon realize that it is hopeless, one does not possess the capacity to erase or overwrite. We are pearls that collect coats, and, if one possesses a long nose because he or she lies too much, the coats of paint will emphasize this feature. This is why old people have such salient personality, the bitter are very bitter, the content are very content, the solitary are very lonely, and so forth. They left themselves get into old age without doing any work on themselves, and thus their salient defects intensified in old age.

But there is a kind of old person who listens more than he speaks. Who perceives more than she judges. Who loves more than he thinks, that the sweet grapes of childhood did not age into vinegar, they turned into wine. Older people can be exceptionally wise, if they were able to digest experiences of their life properly. The acquisition of wisdom is tremendously painful, but necessary for one’s growth.

One would never grow wise if one could erase, delete, re-spawn any aspect of our experience. The reason people are wise is because they accept everything in their past, un such a way that they have a more amplified consciousness, because the layers of their life are transparent. If you say “nothing is my past is worth hiding” or better yet “it is unnecessary to hide anything from myself or from others”, that we are able to show our scars, or festering wounds, is necessary for us to grow wiser. Never try to forget.