Fear. You want to expose everything. This is already a very great attitude. Its already a great attitude. There is something i wrote. You’ve got quite a lot of things in there huh? (Laughs) Om in silence. Eh. Om in silence, Om as one. I am the dance,when two is born from one. I need to hold one at a time, I’m shaking too much! I’ll hold it for you. Thankyou. No shake with this one, (laughs) When the body is dropped and the breath no longer inhales, there is a sense that i still exist. In completed silence, perceiving space, No form, indentity or face, no emotion, no state. The dance of breath is felt, eyes open. It seems i am back, although as completed silence, i had never left. Never meeting another, to forget,miss or remember, I could not be alone, as i had never been together. This ultimate breath that needs not to be breathed, is the force behind every moment of this dance expressed as me. Me the dance, me in duality, me recalling this to be. Me that ceases to exist without thee, the very I that, in return,sees me. Born from myself and brought to my knees, for the form does not drop but internally, i, remaining a servant of thee, that very breath, that breathes me. (Applause) What to say now? Never meeting another, to forget, miss or remember me. That ceases to exist, without thee, the very I that in return, sees me. So what to expose now? That which, in whose presence i say, the breath is moving, the senses are functioning, mind is perceiving, in this presence. But it is not doing anything, yet it’s the cause of all apparent doings, all expression. It is the womb of all these expressions but directly, it is not expressing. But,there is observation of the expression but no effort to observe. This thing you speak. And, must be, you are saying,I am this. Must be that you’re saying, I am that. That which has no birthday, has no other, has no me, even. Sometimes, there appears to be a fear and i’ve heard it said enough time, the fear of losing the sense of who I am. A fear of losing the sense and the role,hmm,of who i feel i am. That somehow in discovering, this deeper peace, that seems to be erasing all the ideas i have about myself. Seems to be dissolving in this space of being. And something wants to salvage something. Can we hold on to this a little bit longer,hmm? What it mean? Is the visible world,is it a curse? See all as the self, even the illusory, include it in the self and no fear will come. What you can say about this moment, from this instant,instant? Anything you can say? What you have to say always a past moment, or perhaps the next moment but this one,this,now,which is so fresh, there can never be a history of now. Nothing can live in it. Even if a moment is split into a million parts, it is still perceived in now. Is there anything inside to wring out, last little wring out? No (laughs) Very great.