What if I were to stop reading voraciously, literally as if my life depended on it? What if I were to stop browsing the web constantly, craving it whenever I’m awake? What if I were to stop looking for the ideas or words of others to save me, to bring me solace, and instead simply looked inward?
Looking inward, can I find anything that is not just tropes recycled from everything I’ve taken in from the outside world? Can I find anything that exists prior to all that sensory input, rational processing, animal instinct, and social conditioning?
How would I distinguish the voice of my Self from all the other voices chattering inside my head?
I’m not quite sure, but I think it is at least time to start listening.