If you wake up for a moment and look around at life, you will observe that nothing here lasts, nothing works out. There are no happy endings. All accomplishments are washed away by death or by the next moment.

In one particular chapter in Ulysses, James Joyce imitates every major writing style that's been used by English and American writers over the last 700 years - starting with Beowulf and Chaucer and working his way up through the Renaissance, the Victorian era and on into the 20th century.

The second stage of meditation begins when you can successfully stop thought for long periods of time. At this point you move beyond the awareness of this world.

At this point you are so far away from what you really are, it's ridiculous.

Samadhi is perfect absorption to the point where there is no sense of being absorbed, not the consciousness of knowing that you are having an experience.

The study of meditation is the entrance into the world of Wonderland. It has nothing to do with how you'd like it. You want a nice neat little study that's easily understandable.

What these people do here is obviously not working. They sit in their commuter traffic hour after hour. They make the earth a toxic waste dump.