Does beauty work? The Buddha’s “flower sermon” was wordlessly eloquent on this question. Jesus pointed to field lilies. “Notice,” he said, “how they don’t work.” From what is perhaps the greatest spiritual book ever written: “When nothing is done, nothing remains undone.” Epigraphically, “He worked hard” evokes a sense of limitation and sadness. Conscious doing and hard work? Call it the distance between here and Pluto.
If I judge you, I reject you. This is how ego validates itself.
There is a space between each one of these words. Space enables comprehension.
“The quality of mercy is not strained.” There’s no ‘try’ in the virtues, no effort in love, no sweat in forgiveness, no freedom in laboured relationships. Consciousness is unconstrained and beauty is free.
Minds with egos attached to them (that’s most minds) create an illusion of two-mindedness. We feel compelled to fight with ourselves, even to hate ourselves. Not men, are we, but civil wars. Do we project this violence? Oh, yeah. It’s where enemies come from.
