Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart.

We see what we believe rather than what we see.

There is only this now. It does not come from anywhere; it is not going anywhere. It is not permanent, but it is not impermanent. Though moving, it is always still. When we try to catch it, it seems to run away, and yet it is always here and there is no escape from it. And when we turn around to find the self which knows this moment, we find that it has vanished like the past.

Nothing satisfies an individual incapable of enjoyment.

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

That society is strong and viable which recognizes its own provisionality.

Beyond positive and negative, what is Reality?