We dream forever unless we awaken. We move from one dream to another, some beautiful, some we’re the hero or the heroine, some horrible, some nonsensical, some boring.
The dreams of human beings are dark, heavy and morbid and simplistic and boring. The dreams of immortality are endless and shining, they shimmer, they glow.
Dogs have fleas; people have each other. We are born to die. Life is a continuing tragic comedy. Everything and everyone we love suffers. Anybody who doesn’t see that has not grown up and known life.
Nothing is here in this world that is of any interest at all.
Human beings affix themselves to things that are of little or no importance. They affix themselves to the transitory, to things that are impermanent, and in doing so, they get all upset.
A human being is bound by emotion, enslaved by their desires. A person is never really at peace with themselves because they live in the spectrum of human consciousness.
Life for most people is a bad dream. They live in pain, grabbing at what they can for pleasure. As they grow old, they despair. Things don’t work out the way you planned.
In this lifetime you can lose everything. Everything passes here.
The time we waste never comes again. The opportunities we miss never come again. The loves we lose never come again. Indeed, in this world of constant change we are fortunate that these things never come again.
You’re in a world of diversity. You see things through a glass darkly. There is a separation everywhere.
We wait for the fulfillment of our desires. We wait with hope, apathy, resignation, belief. We become despondent, elated. We wait.
Most people exist in very clouded states of mind. It’s sort of like when you’re underwater in a big swimming pool and you open your eyes, and you can’t see very far and everything is distorted.
People are so tired. The world is set up to exhaust you and drain you. That’s how humankind has devised their world. Life is not necessarily that way.
Without enlightenment, everything in life is harsh. Sooner or later you see everyone you love die, unless you die first, of course. This causes you to suffer.
Happiness is not freedom. You may become happy tomorrow; but I assure you, your happiness will be smashed by the pains of your body as you age, by the all-encompassing death that swallows up everything and everyone in this world.
Hell is everything. Heaven is nothing.
Anything but enlightenment is pure pain; it is the lack of enlightenment. There are joys, of course, and they should be enjoyed. There are sorrows, and they should be passed over briefly.
You don’t know why, but you know you have to go home. It’s an eternal longing. It’s Marvell’s drop of dew wanting to go back to the sky. We’re drawn by a force we don’t understand, through worlds, through experience.
The things you see are real, but they are not a complete seeing – Samsara.
At this point you are so far away from what you really are, it’s ridiculous.