Monday, December 28, 2009
This Infinite Sadness
The sadness of life is this - the emptiness that we try to fill with every conceivable trick of the mind. But that emptiness remains. Its sadness is the vain effort to possess. From this attempt comes domination and the assertion of the me, with its empty words and rich memories of things that are gone and never will come back. It is this emptiness and loneliness that isolating thought breeds and keeps nourished by the knowledge it has created.
The fundamental issue is whether the brain cells, which have been conditioned, can really bring about a mutation in themselves. Then the whole thing is simple. And i was convinced it was only possible through insight. You see nobody is willing to listen to to things in its entirety, they listen partially - agree in the sense, go together up to a certain distance, and stop there. If man really says, I must have peace in me, therefore I must live peacefully then there is peace in me. But i figured that we not always want to live in peace, he does everything opposite to that - his ambition, his arrogance, his silly petty fears and all that. And that is our human nature