Uncategorized

    There’s no secret to life. It is completely revealed and utterly evident in every moment. What’s not to get?

    There’s no secret to life. It is completely revealed and utterly evident in every moment. What’s not to get?

    There’s no depth to experience. You’re either experiencing something or you’re not, and when you are it’s all happening right here on the dimensionless surface of awareness.

    There’s no secret to life. It is completely revealed and utterly evident in every moment. What’s not to get?

    Carl Jung on how to live

    One lives as one can.

    There is no single, definite way for the individual which is prescribed for him or would be the proper one.

    If that’s what you want you had best join the Catholic Church, where they tell you what’s what.

    Moreover this way fits in with the average way of mankind in general.

    But if you want to go your individual way, it is the way you make for yourself, which is never prescribed, which you do not know in advance, and which simply comes into being of itself when you put one foot in front of the other.

    If you always do the next thing that needs to be done, you will go most safely and sure-footedly along the path prescribed by your unconscious.

    Then it is naturally no help at all to speculate about how you ought to live.

    And then you know, too, that you cannot know it, but quietly do the next and most necessary thing.

    So long as you think you don’t yet know what this is, you still have too much money to spend in useless speculation.

    But if you do with conviction the next and most necessary thing, you are always doing something meaningful and intended by fate.

    Carl Jung on how to live

    One lives as one can.

    There is no single, definite way for the individual which is prescribed for him or would be the proper one.

    If that’s what you want you had best join the Catholic Church, where they tell you what’s what.

    Moreover this way fits in with the average way of mankind in general.

    But if you want to go your individual way, it is the way you make for yourself, which is never prescribed, which you do not know in advance, and which simply comes into being of itself when you put one foot in front of the other.

    If you always do the next thing that needs to be done, you will go most safely and sure-footedly along the path prescribed by your unconscious.

    Then it is naturally no help at all to speculate about how you ought to live.

    And then you know, too, that you cannot know it, but quietly do the next and most necessary thing.

    So long as you think you don’t yet know what this is, you still have too much money to spend in useless speculation.

    But if you do with conviction the next and most necessary thing, you are always doing something meaningful and intended by fate.

    What you want and what you don’t want are irrelevant. All that matters is what happens.

    What you want and what you don’t want are irrelevant. All that matters is what happens.

    What you want and what you don’t want are irrelevant. All that matters is what happens.

    You always have everything you need and you always have.

    All we know is mind

    So far as we know, there is no ultimate understanding, no supreme being, no "God." That which we have named "reality" or "the world" is mind alone.

    This constant juggling of concepts ("love," "God," "enlightenment") serves only as a tactic of postponement. All waters flow to the sea.

    Language is sounds and pictures--sounds and pictures that arise and fade away within the silence of this moment.

    The silence remains. No one has to try to notice silence. It is everywhere apparent. Totally obvious. Undeniable.

    In each brief moment between thoughts, silence becomes effortlesly evident. Those thoughts, that silence, along with the effortless knowing of it, is "you."

    Not the body, not the autobiography, not some package of beliefs or a story you tell yourself, but the simple, undeniable, ever-present silent knowing without trying.

    All we know is mind

    All we know is mind

    So far as we know, there is no ultimate understanding, no supreme being, no "God." That which we have named "reality" or "the world" is mind alone.

    This constant juggling of concepts ("love," "God," "enlightenment") serves only as a tactic of postponement. All waters flow to the sea.

    Language is sounds and pictures--sounds and pictures that arise and fade away within the silence of this moment.

    The silence remains. No one has to try to notice silence. It is everywhere apparent. Totally obvious. Undeniable.

    In each brief moment between thoughts, silence becomes effortlesly evident. Those thoughts, that silence, along with the effortless knowing of it, is "you."

    Not the body, not the autobiography, not some package of beliefs or a story you tell yourself, but the simple, undeniable, ever-present silent knowing without trying.

    All we know is mind

    The wisdom of age constitutes the ability to accept reality, which is the knowledge of certain death -- substantial, personal, individual extinction. It no longer seeks to disguise the fundamental cruelty and terror of life because it is too weary for further struggle. It is not the acceptance of destiny so much, as the succumbing to it... It's not pessimism but a joyous acceptance of life!

    Henry Miller: The Wisdom of Age Constitutes the Ability to Accept Reality

    The wisdom of age constitutes the ability to accept reality, which is the knowledge of certain death -- substantial, personal, individual extinction. It no longer seeks to disguise the fundamental cruelty and terror of life because it is too weary for further struggle. It is not the acceptance of destiny so much, as the succumbing to it... It's not pessimism but a joyous acceptance of life!

    Henry Miller: The Wisdom of Age Constitutes the Ability to Accept Reality

    Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

    Samuel Beckett

    Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

    Samuel Beckett
← Newer Posts Older Posts →