I am opening a path for you. Listen to these words. From where are they coming? Where do they go in the silence after this sentence? Look into your mind. The_next_word_is_here. You observe these words—so too does your neighbor. Actually look at your neighbor. There is something in them, which is in you. Now turn with me and ask, “who is observing?” Anything you can see is not you. So how will you define your self?
All of my words miss the mark, But the answer is within. Only within is better described as enveloping and surrounding, Because to go within is to transcend. You need only listen to the sound of the one hand clapping, Which dissolves into silence.
Words are dust if they are not felt.
Now choose a memory (And we won’t address the question of how much choice you have). Choose a happy, pleasant memory. Can you hold onto this memory? Where is it stored? Who would you be without memory?
Nothing you can imagine will last. All that you dream of will fail you.
We like to talk of our weaknesses and invite temptations, But look at your sorrow and your failings. Where do such things go when you sleep?
Everything is receding—day turns back to night—night to day. And all is balanced between destruction and hope.