My cup of coffee in the morning is a pacifier, a cigarette is a pacifier. My thoughts pacify me. My roles pacify me. My desires pacify me. I allowing all these things, all these things that I have been told I am supposed to be I have allowed my self to be pacified into serving a system that feeds me the objects that pacify my self as life as all as one as equal.
And there are those that are pacified from themselves by starvation.
And there are those that are pacified through joining the game of making money.
So, like a baby with a pacifier in its mouth to stop it from crying, we are all stuffed with consciousness to stop us from being life.
So, this morning I will not have my coffee, I will then notice the absence of my pacifier, and notice what is there, what lags as I breath, the habit that pacifies.