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In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of
Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of
self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my
own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and
crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up
and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless
real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul
anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and
make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who
asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the
five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well,
my son, what do you wish to know?'
So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the
meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a
beanstalk, isn't it?'
Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of
self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my
own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and
crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up
and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless
real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul
anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and
make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who
asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the
five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well,
my son, what do you wish to know?'
meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a
beanstalk, isn't it?'
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