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‘Originally…’ ‘In essence…’ ‘Essentially…’ ‘At source…’ ‘Basically…’ ‘Ultimately…’ ‘Fundamentally…’ ‘The bottom line is…’ ‘At the end of the day…’ ‘When all is said and done…’
We seem to use these phrases whenever we feel the need to reduce or sum up the complex, unquantifiable and unsayable to what we falsely imagine is ‘the final answer’. The reductionist pull is quite natural in the face of infinite causes and conditions and yet what we’re attempting to define is undefinable.
That taste is my guide. The taste of myself. I don't pretend to be what others were, nor understand what others say they understood. No one knows anything! The temptation to become someone else different no longer exists: In the peace of my own absence I inhale my perfume And find the taste of myself.
Roque Torres Moreira
In Zen, we try to remember that each moment, whether good or bad, is perfect in itself because there is nothing to add to it to make it any more of what it already is…
Nothing Is Perfect, Except Everything
Now is the focal point of eternity.
Objectivity is a conceit.
Scientists find the hard problem of consciousness such a problem because it won’t submit to the scientific method. There is no problem, not even a hard one. Directly experienced subjectively, which is the only possible way it can be, consciousness is exactly everything it appears to be.
I’m not only curious about the nature of my own mind but also about how other minds experience whatever they experience – the phenomenology of being.
It seems to me that the project (if it could be called such a thing) of waking up or so-called enlightenment is no more than fully embracing the life one finds oneself in. The life that lives us fully, unconditionally, unedited. To recognise and appreciate that this – whatever, however, whenever is always completely and wholly it.
One can produce a thousand words, a thousand descriptions, and yet the essential is still not expressed, the entirety is not portrayed. It transcends knowledge and language, and remains a mystery.
Carl Jung – On Wholeness and the Limits of Language
I am content to live in the mystery, to be surrounded by the unknown…
I am Content to Live in the Mystery
If you don’t know what to do next just wait and see what you next do.
Action is spontaneous and inevitable.
We don’t have ideas, ideas have us.
Carl Jung
When it is said that our natural state is either this or that my first instinct is to say we have no natural state. Our life is perpetual flux and impermanence. No state or condition lasts. If we must say what we most naturally are then surely it must be continuous change.
Suffering is the price we pay for embodiment.
Robert Saltzman
All we can give is everything we have.
Nothing happens in which you are not entangled.
Carl Jung
Nothing happens in which you are not entangled.
Carl Jung
Nothing happens in which you are not entangled.
Carl Jung
I don’t remember my dreams. I can’t remember the last time I was able to recall one.
This morning however I have the vaguest sense of a dream. It feels as if it was long and complicated and filled with lots of people yet I have no details to back that up. No clear images or feelings. No lingering mood just the merest whisp of a period of activity.
How strange the mind.
I couldn’t care less whether I remember my dreams or not, I’m just curious about what the mind gets up to while I sleep.
Returning to the wordless…