We have this very deep, salient, unexamined belief that something is wrong. And if it’s not wrong right now, it’s about to be wrong. There’s a sense that this life is a problem to be solved. Our view is that life is imperfect, a faulty piece of machinery to be glued and pieced together. Something is off and we keep tinkering and trying to figure out what’s going wrong and attempting to control things. What happens is this: the more we tinker, glue, figure, and try to fix and manage things, the more we deepen our trance, our unconsciousness, our sense that we are a self that must continuously strive for the unattainable and fix what isn’t there to be fixed.
