Nothing is or is not unless you happen to think it so. That’s what Shakespeare said, and he knew.
You are fighting against nothingness all the time by creating a series of shields that you call personality, life history, feelings, ideas, and ways of seeing.
When you visit Nirvana, there is neither existence nor nonexistence. Your baggage never arrives because there is no one there to claim it.
Qualityless simply means there is no way to discuss it. There is no way to pin it down. It could be anything at any given moment since infinity is not bound even by itself, nor the words that human beings choose to try and talk around it.
There is no evil, there’s no bad; there’s no good. These are human ideas. There’s no creator, there’s no creation; there’s no God, there’s no nirvana, there’s no perfection. These are ideas.
The world is always ending and always beginning at every moment.
How do you know you’re even here right now? Perhaps you’re not. Perhaps you’re far, far away and this is just a dream.
There is no deterioration and there is no creation. There are projections, moments of existence. Each moment is perfect.
The world is empty – all of the people and places, the earth, the seas, mountains, deserts, forests and cities, and the beings that inhabit them, are unchangeable.
We can only conceive of changing the self-reflection in response to our concept of self-reflection, which is predicated on our concept of self, which is a self-reflection.
We aren’t anything in particular. There is no self. There are only ideas and states of mind.
We are made up of nothing. There is no self. We are whatever we decide we are.
When you stop all thought, the battle is won. Everything is still and peaceful. You will come to see the eternal voidness of all things. You will see that nothing is, really.
The world wasn’t created. It is created anew at every moment by mind.
Mind only comes into apparent existence through the action of perception. Mind appears to exist because it perceives.
What is incarnation? Incarnation is self-reflection. The universe that we are in is constructed, is a reflection of ourselves. We picked the dimension according to our self-reflection.
There is no self. There is nobody home. No forwarding address, no zip code. Address unknown.
There is no such thing as reality. Reality is what you make it.
Nirvana is something that cannot be known here. I know it seems incongruous, but it is only incongruous from the perspective of the dialectical consciousness of division, of time and space.
So in the world of Enlightenment, things are just things, except they’re not things. We’re in nirvana. There is no debating team.