Monday, 9 February 2009

It Really Doesn't Matter.

It doesn't matter. None of it does. As the story of life seems to unfold, it can seem that meaninglessness and purposelessness lead down the road to suicide and despair. It is only in the dream of separation that nothing is so frightening. When there is no one, meaninglessness is simply what it is, and there is nothing wrong with it. In fact the meaninglessness of a life, and the conniptions to make that life work, once the seeker is gone, is a life fully realised. There is meaning in every apparent blink, each tiny thought, each apparent footfall. The meaning is the blink, the thought, the footfall. Sweetly rich and indescribably beautiful.

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