The Illusion of a Path

While groping to find that something which may change the drudgery, thinking of spirituality as a set of goals in the future, it is like an ambitiousness which tries to rid itself of ambition. That is why I give up so readily, quit so thoroughly, that I am left with nothing. I have felt such a beautiful emptiness, seen such a lovely death, that the contradictions became laughing. Like wanting to be rich and wanting to be free, wanting lots of money and yearning for love. 

The contradictions gave me bad dreams when I was even able to sleep, but I seem to have slept so much that now I skip nights and nap in the afternoon. I leafed through Descartes and stopped opening the book when I came upon his aversion of people deterring his "leisure" time. With that I agreed at the very least.

But the emptiness is more notable, the Buddha talked about it. The emptiness that became everything... Tathagatagarbha ... Lalalalala. The fat laughing Buddha of our previous statue. Do you imagine a point to all this? Then you must be the creator of your song. The dreamer of your dream. May all the money you imagine become leisure and all the sleep you imbibe become wakefulness. One more thing, do you think more than you feel? Perhaps the mind is not the main nerve, perhaps what inspires feeling should be emphasized more than what engenders thought.  


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