Life has no meaning. It doesn't need a meaning. A meaning is an arbitrary thought formulation that we affix to it because we are in the mood. Life is its own raison d'etre.

In meditation all the fake dull thoughts that you think, all the ridiculous philosophies, the necessities, all the things that won't matter a bit when you are dead - fade away.

The ideas that we have about self are an aggregate within a state of mind, and they chain us to a state of mind.

You are an endless conglomeration of awareness. You're not one singular self. You're a corporation.

Practitioners of tantra don't decide to break the rules. They are not particularly hung up on having sex or eating meat or drinking alcohol. They don't strive to do these things, nor do they strive to avoid them.

The world of time, of space and condition, pleasure and pain, birth, growth, maturation, decay and death, spinning, spinning, spinning this world, always spinning.

Those who scorn and hate the world and hate themselves miss the point. The point was that there wasn't one. There was no place to go to.