Paper, pixels, and awareness. There’s no difference.
Paper. Reading a book, there is only ink on paper. The words carry a different meaning to each reader. But the paper, on which they are printed, remains the same, an empty ground, without words, message, or meaning. The reader rarely notices the paper, yet it is constant in it’s presence, unidentified with meaning. It has no relationship with words and images printed on it.
Pixels. Someone once described me in a testimonial, as the space between the pixels. What is the space between the pixels? It is the screen. The screen is where movies play and end, images appear and disappear, words arise and fall. But it carries no perfume of them, no identity of it’s own. It doesn't know this content that appears on it, it is empty of these things, without meaning.
Awareness. As life plays out, awareness is ever-present, it is the paper, the screen, on which life appears and disappears, on which events begin and end.
I am the paper, the screen, the awareness. Yet I am none of these. I am simply present, without identity, without words, without content, empty.
Look closely, spend time in self-inquiry, find out who you are, and you will quickly come to discover that this awareness is also you.
Ever present, without meaning, empty, peaceful, limitless, eternal, awareness.
This is you.