Usually we think we know it all. We are using our thinking. The thoughts repeat old programs, old information, old assumptions, old beliefs and ideas about how it should be. When the thinking is ready to say: ‘Well maybe actually I don’t know so much’, then there is a wide open space for some other kind of knowing to be acknowledged, to be lived, to be expressed. Althought it is extremely creative, the thinking is very limited. When it comes to knowing the Truth of Who You Really Are, when it comes to knowing the nature of life and what the hell is going on here in this whole thing we call life, thoughts can only reproduce some old story. It can only remember, theorize, philosophize and analise. Thought can not discover absolutely freshly what is. To questions like ‘Who Am I?’, ‘Who Am I Really beyond my name, my history, my personality?’, thought does not know the answer. Thought can do its best ofcourse and come up with some nice story about my personal qualities or my preferences. Thought can create a story about my trauma’s and my achievements. But all of this is basically dead information. Somehow we have a sense that that’s not really who I am. I’m not limited to what I think.