One afternoon, I had nothing to do, and I had recently fallen out of love, so I went up Chamundi Hill.
May Trinandaцитируетв прошлом году
realized they were only making sounds, and I was making up the meanings.
tytaцитирует2 года назад
In actual fact, all that you call your past exists only as memory. Do you see this? All the life events that have shaped you; all the work you have ever done; all the money in your bank balance; all the vacations you have been on; all the conversations and arguments you have had; all the relationships of love and hatred and indifference; all the friendships and enmities you have nurtured; all the books you have read and movies you have seen; all the scriptures you have read—all this exists only in your memory.
tytaцитирует2 года назад
Both memory and imagination exist only in your mind. They are aspects of your psychological reality; they have nothing to do with the existential reality. Stop for a moment and ask yourself, When I am not lost in these mental constructs of memory or imagination, where am I? There can be only one answer to that: the present.
tytaцитирует2 года назад
And so these are the only two things that you are suffering right now: your memory and your imagination. Nothing more.
tytaцитирует2 года назад
To merely eat, sleep, reproduce, and die, you do not need the sophisticated body, mind, and awareness you have been gifted with. If this tremendous gift is not explored, it is a terrible shame.
tytaцитирует2 года назад
But I do want to remind you that it is a game—and one created by you. Go ahead and enjoy the ride, if it appeals to you. Just don’t take it too seriously, that’s all!