The body is only a temporary house, a caravanserai, an overnight stay. In the morning we have to go. But consciousness is the eternal pilgrim, a journey without any beginning and without any end. It is a journey of dances and songs and music and poetry, a festive journey, a ceremony without any reason. Just being is enough.
Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.
Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousness was fading away. And which section you ended up in was just a matter of where your foot happened to fall.
Once I was a man, with a soul and a living body and now I am no more than a being…. I hear and see, but no longer know anything…. I now live in eternity…. The branches sway on the trees, other people come and go in the room, but for me time no longer passes.
I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Above all do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. Thus if one keeps on walking everything will be all right.
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.
Accept, then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it. Make it your friend and ally, not your enemy. This will miraculously transform your whole life.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.