One of the the most troubling things is the persistence of external reality. We can go within and from that point of view we see that it might be that we, as we are, are totally tied to the reality outside. If we pass away this moment the next we will be around here, tied to the same. There is something created in the mix of things and other things, in which our presence is a part of its being as it is. We cannot go away from our reality. As we turn in our beds to make ourselves comfortable, we can turn things around to make them comfortable for now.
This nature of our external reality has a deep connection with us, its in the way it is, the sum total of it. Like a chain around our ankle we don't wish to acknowledge. The important question becomes not so much then of understanding in how many ways can we relate with this individual reality, but where does it really tie us. Where is it binding us. Maybe even why?
Like hitting a blank wall. The expression has force because that's as solid as a contact can be, and its blankness hits you in the mind, stupefyingly. Yet if this moment has truth for me, which we see every moment has for everyone, their unique truth, then its blankness is full of meaning and answers to my question. The wall doesn't go away ask however stupid a question I may.
It is a part of other things come together to define my external situation, but as I live around it, I am as much a reason for it, as others see it. I am the more mobile element of the picture, like the greenery that comes and goes with the season, or water. To another persons eye, I am all that, but this may not be the very ideal I wish for, so I see it is not my wish standing before me, but I hang around because its how I am inclined in the sum balance.