Is it really worth dying for the person you love?
You are not the body. You are the immensity and infinity of consciousness.
Real happiness is not vulnerable, because it does not depend on circumstances.
The real does not die, the unreal never lived.
Life is worthy of the name only when it reflects Reality in action. No university will teach you how to live so that when the time of dying comes, you can say: I lived well I do not need to live again. Most of us die wishing we could live again. So many mistakes committed, so much left undone. Most of the people vegetate, but do not live. They merely gather experience and enrich their memory. But experience is the denial of Reality, which is neither sensory nor conceptual, neither of the body, nor of the mind, though it includes and transcends both.
As you watch your mind, you discover your self as the watcher. When you stand motionless, only watching, you discover your self as the light behind the watcher. The source of light is dark, unknown is the source of knowledge. That source alone is. Go back to that source and abide there. "I Am That" - pg 188
You have never been, nor shall ever be, a person. Refuse to consider yourself as one. But as long as you do not even doubt yourself to be Mr. So-and-so, there is little hope. When you refuse to open your eyes, what can you be shown?
I've been writing and collecting songs on the ukulele for at least 10 years, so it was time to clear them out of the apartment building and make room for some new occupants. I need to make room for the bassoon record.
The 2000s were marked by terrorism and a bipartisan desire to fight it.
Face towards the perfect image of every organ and the shadows of disease will never touch you.
Baby boy, go hire a squadron My crib got more poles than a fire department.