This is actually an old writing of mine, on a scrap of paper, that's been sitting around in my to-do tray for months. Now I can throw out that piece of paper. Here it is, transcribed:
This path is challenging. The opponent is composed of elements of your own mind, given life, desire, and fear by beliefs you hold with such certainty you don't even realize they are beliefs, you thin, no, not even thought. Sub-thought. Almost instinct. You instinctually know these things are true, like gravity. Like the hand in front of your face. "I'm a failure" "she will hurt me" "he's out to get me" etc. Ad naus.
Only, they're not true. No more true than the monsters in your closet. That's very good news. That means there's hope.
