A partir de cierto punto no hay retorno posible. Ese es el punto al que hay que llegar”.
I want to be part of your story. I want your story to rearrange the symbols in my mind. I want your voice to be my voice.
We are all walking the same path, though it ain’t some road scored in earth or sky or sea. It’s the path of easing suffering, both ours and that of others, and we walk it till ever creature stands free of pain and lies, in unity with truth and peace, at last enlightened and made whole.
Don’t accuse others of eating when juice smears your face-fur.
Shadows and light deceived us, but sounds we followed true.
And there they deposit every last tear wept for the evils we do in this world. When it is filled to the brim, everything ends.
The knowledge annihilated his soul by relentless, insidious stages. Reality had turned on him. He could get no purchase on the universe. It moved onward, pitiless, caring not a whit.