Thoughts on the thingness of things

Things are not made of parts, it is mind who fabricates things and parts.

How does this matter for Self? Self cannot be a collection of khandas and be inherently real. Who gathers this collection if not the mind? And what is a khanda but a mind-made collection of mind-made parts or events?

Mind decides: these are things, they go together, they make this other thing.

Mind operates a mind made world. It cannot see reality.

Whatever extends in time or space must be made by mind. A thing with real, inherent existence must exist in the most discrete unit of space and time, indivisible. Anything else is a collection of points in time or space. And a collection is created and assigned “thingness” by the mind.

There can be care and love for this body which is not me and not mine, as there can be for other bodies which are neither me nor mine. There can be care and love, which only exist in mind, for this body which only exists in the mind.

This mind is another idea, a collection of stuff made into a thing.

I, a collection in time of experiences. A collection in space of flesh.

It’s not about changing reality/experience/the I, it’s about understanding it.