No Place to Go

 I am wondering whether you have ever had the experience before where, whatever you experience in front of you is not separated from the viewer. In that moment, the only thing that matters is whether the mind is still or moving, but even if it's moving, the mind has nowhere to go.
   Well, perhaps it can be put in this way: water can have ripples or be perfectly still and unmoving, but in both cases, the water hasn't left anywhere. It simply moves or stays still. For someone to try to stop the water from moving would assume that the movement has no place at all in water. But moving and stillness are just different states of the same substance, and neither adds nor subtracts to the overall. This is to say that even if I find the water is rippling, I don't feel disturbed by the movement. I don't try to splash the water to stop the ripples from happening--which would defeat its own purposes anyway. This "no place to go" is something rather special, in fact.
  Purity and "dirt": well, this is a good example. A very dirty substance is actually not dirty at all, if you were to examine it on a molecular level. Molecules of dirt have no interaction with the substance they are interspersed with. There is not even a chemical reaction happening there. When a dirty cloth is washed, the dirt is simply removed and there is no trace of the dirt on the cloth. But in fact, the two were never fused together in the first place. Because one appears to be proximate to the other, I refer to the other as "dirty". In fact, in my mind, I preconceive what the clean version of the cloth looks like. But whether "dirty" or "clean", nothing has changed about the cloth itself.  To say one is dirty is to confuse the appearance to be something real and enduring, or having a fixed essence.
   Most of the time, I think of the surfaces: I imagine that things get dirty and get clean. If I dig a bit further, I find that no such thing really happens. One might even imagine that a mind is defiled by its own thoughts--but this is not actually the case, since thoughts never stay in the mind. Can I see that the "dirty" cloth is neither inherently clean nor dirty? Can I see that these qualities are appearances that form mental categories, and are not the essence of the cloth?