Reality is things you can prove that don’t require a philosophy or intangibles or assumptions.
While I could tell my incest story with all kinds of drama and assumptions about what happened and how I may (or may not) have responded, the truest thing is “Man and girl in room.”
And even “man” and “girl” are stories.
That’s one of our most freeing excercises on this. But we don’t do it until we’ve done a whole weekend of the work. It’s saved for Sunday because otherwise, our minds would waste a lot of time arguing with reality. 
I wrote this in reply to a girlfriend a few weeks ago, and decided it made a good post.
Questions?
Love, Ann
