This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.
You’re afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep, and dreams are a part of sleep. When you’re awake you can suppress imagination. But you can’t suppress dreams.
We do not hold that doctrine gives rise to awakening but rather that the individual awakenings come first.
So once you’re dead there’s just nothing?”
I love no one and am loved by no one.
Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.
Well, the death of the body is the flight of the arrow. It’s makin’ a straight line for the brain. No dodgin’ it not for anyone. People have’t die, the body has’t fall. Time is hurlin’ that arrow forward. And yet, like I was sayin’ thought goes on subdividin’ that time for ever and ever. The paradox becomes real. The arrow never hits.
In other words, immortality.
It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye.
Ascribing meaning to life is a piece of cake compared to actually living it.”
-from “Hear the Wind Sing
There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.