Try to think of something which is not part of an action or process. Even ideas which take up no space are doings.
Existing, dying, decomposing, our remains being processed and used again and again by the earth are all doings.
It’s amazing to think even a small rock appearing to be doing nothing is composed of an unspeakable number of quivering energy units. We quiver too like the rock and are not aware of it.
What would being aware of the quivering be like?
It might have a sweetness about it and might feel like being loved by sensing all the atoms of one’s own body merged with all atoms existing. If so, how could such an astounding thing happen?
Maybe by finding a way to fully discard our identity at least for a while which is an adventure into new territories say the sages from the East.
We are energy through and through and are mobile. So what are we doing with this mobility besides not being dead?
one be energetic? Even
doing nothing is everything?