Love, beauty, intelligence, the virtues—nothing that matters makes an effort.
Jesus: “Why do you call me good?”
There’s no ‘try’ in consciousness.
Hafiz: “I am a hole in a flute.”
Love, beauty, intelligence, the virtues—nothing that matters makes an effort.
Jesus: “Why do you call me good?”
There’s no ‘try’ in consciousness.
Hafiz: “I am a hole in a flute.”