Is there psychological security at all, a sense of well-founded, deep-rooted existence?
When you hear that there is no security, is it an abstract idea or an actual fact?
My security lies in some image, a picture, a conclusion, an ideal.
The brain needs order in order to function. It finds order in mechanical process because it is trained from childhood to do so.
When the past meets the present and continues, it is one of the factors of time, bondage, fear. But when the past meets the present and I am completely aware of this moment, then it stops. Then I meet you as though for the first time.