All human relationships are temporary, even as we ourselves are temporary. There is probably an unwritten rule preventing clerics from mentioning this during marriage ceremonies. To them befalls, “What God has joined together…”
Wars, more wars, rumours of war. Protests, counter-protests, divorce courts, the Second Amendment. Conflict devours incomprehensible amounts of energy. And it all derives from a single source: the idea of me and mine.
The man who condemns himself commits what Nisargadatta calls a grievous spiritual error.
Where were you before you woke up this morning. Of course, we know where your body was—that speck of a thing lying on a mattress. But where were you?
My plan is to stay in the present moment as much as possible.