Would you continue to act puzzled with the myriad reflections of the Sun in the lake?

Question: Dear Sir, for last few days I was at a vineyard with a group of people. The weather was beautiful, the lake was beautiful and the people I was with were wonderful.

Yesterday night while returning, I saw a strange grip of fear over me. I asked myself that what had transpired. Was it the fleeting nature of the pleasure and its absence? Was it fear?

The people I was with and I were happy when we were there, but my mind mistook that to be how their whole lives are.

Is it only conditioning that makes me feel like this at the end of the evening or is it awareness? What makes me loathe their pleasures? What makes me want to stay up at night and read the Upanishads and poems I read. What makes me crave answers from philosophers and scriptures?

There is no ‘I’, that I know. I still don’t know how I did not become the people I was with. I enjoyed every single moment of the last three days. Of that I am certain. I have come back to the confines of my room and here I sit on my unmade bed!

Answer: Every question that you ask is asking for the same thing.

Every answer that you get is arising from the same thing.