Can't get this song outta my head

You are my pumpkin, pumpkin, Hello honey bunny
I am your dumpling, dumpling, Hello honey bunny
Feeling something something, Hello honey bunny
Honey bunny, Toko toko

Knock Knock... Who is there?

Here is an instruction:

Think only about “a revolving chair” for the next 5 minutes.

You can’t. I can’t. Nobody can.

It’s like attempting to stop the waves of an ocean with bare hands.

There is nobody who is generating thoughts or controlling the thoughts.

They just arise and they are perceived. By whom? Nobody.

There is no doer. Any perception of doership is nothing but the translation of what has already happened.

This translation also JUST HAPPENS.