I Must Not - part 2

"Something must be done," says a divided mind.
On one side, a perception occurs, in an instant so present that no action is even remotely able to modify it. On the other, a thought occurs: "This instant must be modified."
The human being who is not at peace with themselves, and is therefore their own enemy, sets up a pattern of behaviors that try to fight the universe while they stall in the senselessness of their empty struggle.
Turned outward toward the world, the gaze does not understand its own inner existence, and so it insists on placing itself on horizons that are never reached because they are always on the horizon. The random swings of the world take power over a human being's experience when that human being grants them the say over their decisions by the simple act of wishing that the swings now happening would not happen.
From the most wretched evildoer to the most upright saint, all are hypnotized by the impossible task of changing the world without first understanding the origin of their whole life. What difference is there between one and the other but the color of personality they identify with? Both personalities are false, since they are the product of denying their true, unconditional essence of existing in this one and inviolable instant.
The sense of duty walls in every human being who believes that the beating of their heart is not, on its own, worthy of eternal happiness. Into the space of beliefs comes a system that praises ideals of salvation while the plainness of circumstances runs over all the unwary who dream of the perfect horizon.
Shouldn't we feel, then, that we must do something?
So asks the mind, still gazing into the distance.
Being, that which gives life to the human heartbeat, watches all the thoughts that come without believing them, and it does not believe the questions born of those vain thoughts either.
Nothing is bad or blameworthy, not even thinking that something is. The world keeps working in this one and unshakable instant, without being modified by anything happening as part of this very instant.
Is there no way out, then?
The way out is in. Understanding is inevitable, because the human being, after crashing against the senselessness of their struggles, will end up seeing the senselessness of the identity that keeps them struggling.
Perfect happiness is not something that must be sought. Going beyond duty is not something that must be attained. Fullness is our destiny. And it is not that it is our destiny, but that we have always already been here, all of us, in this one and indivisible instant.