So Love The Thought Of Death, Love

The Master Persistently Warned Against The Attempt To Encompass Reality In A Concept Or A Name. A Scholar In Mysticism Once Asked, "when You Speak Of Being, Sir, Is It Eternal, Transcendent Being You Speak Of, Or Transient, Contingent Being?" The Master Closed His Eyes In Thought. Then He Opened Them, Put On His Most Disarming Expression, And Said, "yes!"

A Lost Coin Is Found By Means Of A Candle; The Deepest Truth Is Found By Means Of A Simple Story.

You Know, All Mystics - Catholic, Christian, Non-christian, No Matter What Their Theology, No Matter What Their Religion - Are Unanimous On One Thing: That All Is Well, All Is Well. Though Everything Is A Mess, All Is Well. Strange Paradox, To Be Sure. But, Tragically, Most People Never Get To See That All Is Well Because They Are Asleep. They Are Having A Nightmare.

May The Peace Of God Disturb You Always.

A Good Teacher Offers Practice, A Bad One Offers Theories.