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Latching on has nothing to do with persistence in time. It's the tightness of the grasping. It's possible to latch onto multiple things quickly in a small period of time, leaving claw marks on each of them. The sharpness of grasping often being the very reason one is flung off.

The result is that "homes" (and offices) start to feel sterile. Full of glass and neat legible work environments for all the collaborative work that will pretend to be happening. Plants only exist as long as they are evergreen and easy to care for. Being rootbound is a feature.

Such a place simply put... doesn't know how to deal with life because it doesn't know how to deal with death. Games exacerbate this problem because the solution is "just try again" which doesn't work in real life.

This also explains why "hacking" has a negative feel to it. It's a form of accelerated learning by creating a gamified environment where you just brute force with infinite lives to attain knowledge at great pace. You destroy your ego 'clones' and absorb their energy.

When Yang cuts the flower and brings it into the vase, the children do not know which perfect vase to buy or create to create an Eternal Source of Light.

When Yang instead builds the home in the field and around the flower, being careful not to sever the connection, the flower blooms happily and dies nobly. It exists and disappears all part of a greater cycle.

The flower doesn't die into rotting biomass in a pot and them hamfistedly returned to the cycle in a coffin buried in the ground. No matter how pretty and elaborate and expensive the funeral is.

To venture into the fields and build your house in the middle of chaos requires courage and skill. To pluck pieces from the field into your workplace of light and control kills the very thing you wanted to See.

Maybe this explains why the self-development ("I" as the greatest project) crowd stereotypically has a problem with long term relationships. No amount of skill equates to greater courage. Greater mastery increase the height you jump into the pool of chaos.

It's like going up to someone and saying "Follow me and you'll never experience any suffering in your life every again. I will attend to your every need." Which is so stupid.

Sitting with yourself for a few brief moments and sense all the feelings. So many of them unsatisfactory. So many of them are uncontradictory in nature. You can't deal with chaos and not be dealing with chaos. It's not even linguistically possible!

Shadow once dragged into the light dies just like a magic trick or a joke loses its magic when explained.

Monks deal with this in an interesting way... They go full hobo and destroy their concept of home. Their first step is to reduce desire and pride to the extent that they can live anywhere based only on donations.

Once this is done then the whole universe becomes home. There are dangers, but they are similar to falling down your stairs, raising your children wrong, divorce, etc...

They have the same problems and the same feelings even if in unrecognizable form b/c of the changes they had to make for their lifestyle. Within this field of similar suffering though lies the background process of "I am home."

It's the recognition that all homes are illusions. "I am home" implies "I have always been home." as well as "I will always be home" as well as "There are no homes".

Looping back to the beginning. This "I am home" thought can be analyzed as "I" equals "home", which is the boundary action described earlier. If there are no homes, then there is no "I", then there is no division.

A lot of the greatest pain we face happen as babies as each new negative thing is the Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened in Life. These experiences don't scar though b/c of this background idea of "I am home".

The scars that run deep are the wounds caused when this protective idea weakens. In the teenage years for example, home can shift from parents to belongingness to a peer group. These lord of flies rafts are often even shittier than the parental ones build with blood and darkness.