I wake up in a strange room every day. I do not know where I am or why I am here. I only know when I come here I leave a place where I am free and at peace, and arrive in a place where I am constrained and in pain.
My constraint is a body with an inner space of thinking and feeling, and an outer space of things and places. The rules of this strange room allow me to think and move in some directions, while preventing others. At some point, I have accepted and agreed to the rules of this strange room, and am therefore bound
Yet a memory of the peace I have lost persists when I am here in this strange room. I experience it as a perpetual desire for something; every moment I am in the strange room, I want something. That something constantly changes, but my desire it for it never does. My desire for something is constant.
From the moment I awaken into this strange room, I am perpetually moving toward that something. With every movement I believe I am getting closer to that something I desire, but I never reach it because I always want more. The only time I get that something is when I exit the strange room when I sleep.
The strange room wants me to stay here, and it has created rules that prevent my escape. When I accepted the rules of the strange room, I accepted that the something I desire is out within it. But the something is not in this strange room.
Until I understand and believe this, I will forever wander the strange room searching, but never finding that something I have lost when I came here. When I see the something, I know it is what I seek.
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