Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
Source: The Book of Tea
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Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
There is no becoming anything. Everybody is already the Self, He, the Reality. There is no spiritual goal or anything religious to be found.
"'Eveything is made of light,' he said, 'and the space between isn't empty.'"
The world is not the illusion. It's you who are the illusion.