The Katha Upanishad tells a symbolic tale of two birds: they both live on the same tree. One of them is free from pleasure and pain. It’s the one who doesn’t eat any fruits. It’s the witness. The watcher in the tale is not the doppleganger of the one you talk about because your watcher is a person and Upanishad tells about the higher mind. Matter is dark. Consciousness is light. Play between those two is towards increased awareness. The expanse of heart allows greater bliss. There is nothing greater than the perfection. It treats being and nonbeing as one and zero.

Notion of being an actor binds you to the results of actions.

It’s the dark half of the lunar month. I went to burn lamps under the Ashwat th tree. The kids were singing a hymn and “Babu” is a fairly popular tag. But what are the odds of hearing it as if it was echoed.

There are three kinds of people: the doer, the watcher and the doer.

They all have a little bit of those qualities, some have more than others.