Anger is sign that something needs to change.

Depressed people think they know themselves, but maybe they only know depression.

We are looking for a way to feel more real, but we do not realize that to feel more real we have to push ourselves further into the unknown.

To free desire from the tendency to cling, we have to be willing to stumble over ourselves.

Anger is sign that something needs to change.

We are what we think, having become what we thought.

If things do not exist as fixed, independent entities, then how can they die? Our notion of death as the sudden expiration of that which was once so real starts to unwind. If things do not exist in their own right and are flickering rather than static, then we can no longer fear their ultimate demise. We may fear their instability, or their emptiness, but the looming threat of death starts to seem absurd. Things are constantly dying, we find. Or rather, they are constantly in flux, arising and passing away with each moment of consciousness.