The most difficult teaching in Buddhism, for me, has always been the concept of no self. You can call it the higher power, the Great Spirit, or being one with God. But this state—being fully present in the unified field—I’ve touched it many times, especially when I’m alone in the woods. No self is a meditation on impermanence. No fixed identity—nothing we can definitively point to and say, “This is me.” Doesn’t the self, paradoxically, deny its own existence? It challenges me to locate it in any one thing. So how do I navigate my world? By exercising my highest power. He’s always been a challenge—I call it my inner game. At times, a part of me lives in the ordinary, and a part of me dwells in this extraordinary field of awareness. I have a tremendous love affair with the wilderness. Being outside, surrounded by trees and silence, feels like coming home. But I grew up in an ego-driven society, where everyone’s chasing their own reflection. I got caught in the trap of overthi...