Naked Before the Nameless: Do Without Source
“All that we have invented, the symbols in the church, the rituals, they are all put there by thought. Thought has invented these things. Invented the savior. Invented the temples of India and the contents of the temples. Thought has invented all these things called sacred. You cannot deny that. So thought in itself is not sacred. And when thought invents God, God is not sacred. So what is sacred? That can only be understood or happen when there is complete freedom, from fear, from sorrow, and when there is this sense of love and compassion with it’s own intelligence. Then when the mind is utterly still, that which is sacred can take place.”
—Jiddu Krishnamurti
Humans long for what outlives them. We ask if there is an ultimate reality, a God, a ground that never changes. We ask if we can depend on something that cannot be taken away.
If we call it God, Truth, Love, Justice, or the Nameless, we still point at one mystery. In itself it has no attributes we can trade on. It is not a person with moods. It is not an idea that shifts with fashion. It does not start or stop. What we meet as its trace in a human life looks like clarity, honesty, compassion, courage, and a quiet joy that does not depend on winning. But that trace is not a handle for control. You cannot make the Nameless happy. You cannot bargain with what does not lack.
“Be a lamp unto yourselves.” The Buddha said that. It is a simple sentence. It does not tell you there is nothing beyond you. It tells you that chasing saviours is a way to avoid the work of seeing.
Our public life mirrors our inner life. A mind that is restless builds a culture of restless upgrades. New models, new slogans, new clever ways to sell the same hunger back to us. A company can make enough profit to retrain its people and still choose layoffs for a shinier chart. That choice enters our homes as anxiety and suspicion. A culture that worships growth for its own sake will accept any story that keeps the line going up. Even the green story becomes a costume for the same appetite.
The attention economy is only our old craving with better tools. Swipe without end. Feed the system your life in one gesture at a time. Feel emptier when you stop, then start again. The device is not the tyrant. Our unexamined longing is. As inside, so outside. A fragmented heart writes fragmented code and then lives inside it.
Respectability often helps us hide. We join a religion, a lineage, a school, a movement. We inherit language and rituals and a place to stand. Belonging is human. Yet shallow belonging cannot grasp truth, because truth does not care if you fit. When your identity is at stake you will defend the mask and miss the mirror. The person who is respectable in the eyes of a conditioned society finds it very hard to see what does not flatter that society.
“Respectability ties you to the illusions of the group, and blinds you to truths that would unsettle the group.”
“Truth is a pathless land.” Krishnamurti said that. The sentence is not an insult to tradition. It is a warning that maps are not the country. A path can prepare you, but the seeing is always immediate. No tradition can do it for you. No archetype can save you. The moment you make the Nameless into a hook for advantage you lose it and keep the hook.
What then can we depend on. We can depend on what looks back when we are silent. Not an object. Not a thought. The simple fact of awareness before it names. It does not solve your problems by magic. It does not bend the world to your will. It dissolves the false center that tries to bend the world. When the false center softens, compassion is not an ideal. It is a natural movement. If there is no paradise later, then justice and kindness are how we honour life now. If there is no separate self to glorify, then service is sane rather than saintly.
From this sobriety a different kind of action becomes possible.
You stop treating truth as a product. You stop treating people as resources. You stop treating attention as fuel for a machine that never rests. You build what you are willing to tend. You repair what you can instead of replacing it to feel new. You pay fairly because another person’s dignity is not a lever for your gain. You train and retrain rather than discard. You make tools that leave room for a human day. You tell the truth even when your tribe will not clap. None of this makes you pure. It makes you real.
The question returns. How to make the Nameless happy and get advantage from it. You cannot. The Nameless is not in time, not in need, not a buyer of your devotion. You can sing, pray, bow, and these may open your heart, but they are not trades. What is real does not require your flattery. What is real waits for your honesty.
Honesty begins here. Sit for a while with no promise of reward. Look at the ways you seek comfort in ideas. Notice the urge to be seen as spiritual or correct or successful. Notice the recoil from grief and the rush toward distraction. Feel the body breathe without your command. Let attention rest on what is present, even when it burns. This is not a technique to win a prize. It is meeting your life without a mask.
From that meeting, simple truths appear.
You are not separate from the whole you want to grasp. The whole cannot be grasped. It can be lived. What you call individual is a moving pattern inside a larger field. To see this is not to fall into despair. It is to relax the struggle to control what cannot be controlled, and to take full responsibility for what can. Responsibility is not blame. It is the willingness to respond.
When a person lives from the Nameless they do not become special. They become transparent to what matters. They do not use truth to win. They let truth use them for the work at hand. The reward is not advantage. The reward is a clean heart and a clear eye. The world may not applaud. Still, something in you knows this is the right weight.
If there is an ultimate, it is not elsewhere. It is the fact that there is anything at all. It is the silence that holds your next breath. It is the freedom that remains even when a thought says there is no freedom. It is the love that shows up as care when no story demands it. Give yourself to that. Not tomorrow. Now.
Stand here without a costume. Look around. See the harm you can stop and stop it. See the small good you can do and do it. Keep close to what is simple and true. Keep your hands open. Keep your word. Keep learning. Keep letting go. There is no secret ladder. There is only wholehearted attention, compassionate action, and the humility to begin again.
“Naked before the Nameless, nothing can be taken from you that you must have. Nothing can be given to you that you already are.”
Cling to the Nameless and you turn it into a source. Once grasped, it hardens into your own conditioning. Name it and it becomes an idol or archetype that can be used to manipulate. Do without source.
The moment you claim to know the ultimate, thought tries to possess it. Possession becomes control. Control breeds fear. Fear invites misuse. Doing without source does not deny what is real. It refuses to trap the real inside a concept. Keep awareness fresh.
Meet what is here without a handle. The way is always moving, new in each moment. Do without source means act without leaning on fixed ideas of past or future. Stand naked and clear right here. Take the right step now even when you do not know what comes next.
Numbers Without Compassion
AI is here. Markets are here. Governments are here. Big companies are here too. They sit where data, money, and policy meet. They push metrics through code and call it progress. None of this is personal. The real question is you. Can you see without borrowing your seeing from them.
We want someone or something to tell us what to do. A teacher, a tradition, a model, a trend. That desire creates authority. Where there is authority in the mind, there is fear. Where there is fear, there is imitation. Imitation destroys seeing.
To see, begin very simply. Watch how a headline pulls you. Watch how an app invites your hand. Watch how praise and fear steer your choices. Do not judge it at once. Do not explain it away. Stay with the fact. Attention that stays with a fact without choice is intelligence. From that intelligence right action grows.
The tool is not the enemy. The tool becomes harmful when the mind seeks comfort in it. When you say the machine knows, you stop looking. When you say the crowd knows, you stop looking. When you say the past or the ideal knows, you stop looking. Do without source means do not turn anything into a final refuge. Not a guru. Not a method. Not a model. Meet what is here and act from clarity now.
Society teaches you to succeed, to belong, to keep moving with the stream. Respectability is the reward for fitting the mold. Please see the cost. When you must protect an image, you cannot face facts that disturb that image. Then truth becomes a threat. A quiet mind has nothing to protect. It can look.
Companies speak in numbers. Governments speak in rules. Models speak in outputs. Numbers and rules and outputs have their place, but they do not know love. They do not know grief. They do not know the worth of a single human day. If you let them decide everything, you become secondhand. So use them for tasks, and let the heart decide where numbers fall silent.
Discernment is not cynicism. It is a clean flame. It asks, what is the fact, not what should be the fact. It asks, who benefits if I believe this. It asks, what happens if this is wrong. It asks without bitterness and without hope of reward. In that asking the mind becomes simple. A simple mind is a free mind.
Keep some space where no story enters. Sit quietly. Walk without a screen. Speak with a friend with your whole attention. In such quiet there is a different quality of seeing. You notice the urge to escape. You notice the ache to be approved. You notice the quick story that defends the old self. Seeing all this is the ending of its power.
Then you can use the machine and put it down. You can read the news and not be carried by it. You can listen to advice and remain responsible. You can work inside a system and not sell your eyes to it. There is no hero here and no enemy. There is only seeing and acting.
The mind that sees clearly does not seek advantage from truth. It does not try to bend the real to its desire. It moves with care because care is natural when fear is absent. Such a mind does not make a program of compassion. It is compassionate.
Do without source. Not as a slogan, not as a new belief, but as a living fact. No refuge in the past. No refuge in the machine. No refuge in an ideal. Only attention that is fresh. From that attention, take the next right step. If it is right, you will know by the quiet it leaves behind. If it is not, see it and learn. Begin again.
It is not a call to reject for the sake of rejection. It is to see clearly what is made by thought, shaped by personal conditioning, and not by the whole. When there is such seeing, the false drops away on its own.
Then it is natural to create culture, music, rituals, and friendship. Let there be play, dance, and invention. But let them arise from openness, from the whole, not for the advantage of a single self, a single government, or a single company with their shadows.
Creation from wholeness does not divide. It joins, heals, and celebrates. Create from that wholeness and enjoy it right here, right now. Let the shadow be released so the light can shine. This is natural. Be mindful of where the shadow leaves and where the light appears.
The circuit is complete when both are seen. Do not blame the shadow and do not praise the light. See clearly. Both sides are love, justice, balance, bliss, and truth. I am human. Emotion is my superpower, so call it love.
When your consciousness expands, you see polarity more clearly. Negative and positive both have a right to exist. Let the energy move without judgement and without resistance. Spirituality is not a vow never to have sex, nor a chase for purity that contracts and stagnates energy. The natural order is the way of the universe. Meet each moment with clarity, kindness, and responsibility. Relax. You are doing fine.
“If it doesn’t end in love, the story is still being told.”
You’re Doing Fine
Well done humans, you’re doing fine
Falling, rising, still you shine
Relax now, forget the plan
You’re just stars learning how to dance
“Oops, dropped my enlightenment!”
Dance dance dance, naked dance
Dance dance dance, naked dance
Spin around this tiny ball
Well done humans, you’re doing it all
“Somebody update the human software!”
Cry and laugh, build and fall
Sing off key, forget it all
Smile, stumble, nothing to chase
Even chaos has a funny face
“Wait—was that spiritual?”
Dance dance dance, naked dance
Dance dance dance, naked dance
Spin around this tiny ball
Well done humans, you’re doing it all
“Hey! Don’t forget socks are optional!”
Well done humans, clap your hands
Trip, get up, and make new plans
Relax, breathe, take your chance
Life’s a dream—so naked dance!
“Bravo!” … “Oops!” … “Encore!” … “Is this enlightenment yet?”
“Hold my banana, I got this!”
“Did we just invent falling again?”
“Relax humans, you’re doing fine…”
“Dance, dance, dance…”
Okay, who’s bringing snacks to enlightenment?
Well done humans!
