I know nothing. This is the humbling truth I have arrived at. This is in contrast to the pride I take in my inner knowing – the same inner knowing I am grateful for steering me in the right direction.

What I just said reveals a false belief: that this inner knowing is something I should be ‘grateful for’ rather than ‘grateful to’. This sense of knowing is not a part of me that I either was born with or cultivated. It’s just there. All I can be is grateful that it graced me.

Lately, I am able to recognize myself and thank myself for being aware of Grace and the only thing I can claim as something inherent to me is awareness itself. I am awareness.

The spell check suggests I correct the previous sentence to “I am aware,” but that implies some effort or action on my part – to be aware. It has never felt like effort or action to be aware. It always “just dawned on me” – I can truthfully claim no credit for it. Hence, all I am is awareness, and awareness is what I am aware of. Neti neti and so… I am.

A paradox resolved.