Inner monologue

In every day of life infinite of thoughts comes across us,I always wonder what's the mechanism of thoughts.So for this answer my mother always says the phrase "Nen nen ju shin ki" from Buddhist mythology which means something like "Thought following thought." So with the help of the words "first nen" and "second nen" where each "nen" is a reaction to the previous one. We can think of our thoughts, memories, visualizations, or sensations as good or bad, and as true or false. Particularly with the judgment of word-thought as true or false we continue this reactionary "nen" process. Another way to think of thoughts is as in context, sort of like a puzzle or concept map, where each thought is part of a system and is related to other thoughts. Since words tend to take the form of form, thoughts also tend to categorize various sensations. In this way we have the labeling of hot or cold, life or death, black or white, or self o

I am forever grateful for the change that Vipassana meditation has wrought in my life.When I first learned this technique I felt as though I had been wandering in a maze of blind alleys and now at last had found the royal road in the years.Since then I have kept following this road,and with every step the goal has become clearer.Liberation from all suffering,full enlightenment.                                                                             I cannot claim to have reached the final goal ,but I have no doubt that this way leads directly there.  

.... All the time I’m dressing up the figure of myself in my own mind, lovingly, stealthily, not openly adoring it, for if I did that, I should catch myself out, and stretch my hand at once for a book in self-protection. Indeed, It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed in any longer. Or is it not so very curious after all? It is a matter of great importance. Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is there no longer, but only that shell of a person which is seen by other people remains.... What an airless, shallow, bald, prominent world it becomes! A world not to be lived in. As we face each other in our so called life....our much loved ,friends,parents expect more from us but...as we always fails...it reflects the image of ourself in mirror that accounts for the vague