THE SELF.

  The self.

Upon entering the hall of learning with his bemused expression and glossy eyes, as he gazed at the assembly of vociferous pupils, shook his head, paused for a short while, took a deep breath, then quietly he asked all, What do you see when you look at your individual selves?

The brave and vain, eagerly answered, "Beauty, Strength and Harmony."

The Sage walked over to the proud, and stared at him in wonder, then replied by a second Question, "What unforgiving luxury has done this to you?"

"You're Dismissed for today, come back tomorrow with another answer, One would hope it's a mindful one."

The second dreaded raising his hand, 

As a realist that he is, answered, "Despair and Sorrow."

The sage told him, "You may stay another day, and teach us more of what you really know!"

The Third hand up, of the painfully aware pupil, looked at each of the class room mentally absent attendees, looked outside the window, and back at him self in the mirror.

 ..."When I look at my self? All of that, that I see, is the surface, the same with the ocean and the earth crust, a pure vile pollution and discontent..."

Congratulation said the sage, "Today you have graduated into the obscure reality."

"You may start immediately by teaching others about the painful truths of separation of Me and You..." 

The forgotten Mysticism