It seems to me that all the fears, wounds and secrets that we can not let go of serve to reinforce and defend a rigid sense of identity. Life is constantly recreating itself and so do we if we allow that unfolding. What is creative and new seems to arise out of the death of the old. Spiritual practice of watching is a part of that but it is not a passive observing that I have often seen it to he. Insight arises out of seeing how old patterns are perpetuated and how cultural and traditional pressure might be keeping us trapped while the world by its nature is continually changing. Suffering seems to arise out of that dynamic of resisting change and a lot of our institutions encourage a fixed way of identifying. I definitely wonder how love and compassion can manage to exist and manifest in rigid adherence to old patterns.