One Indian sage described the human experience as a gasp of pain between birth and death.
I can read about honey until the bovines are back but until I put it on my tongue, I remain a well-informed idiot on honey. What I know is not what I think.
Why do men have affairs? They imagine that an experience can be repeated.
The real search is the search for oneself. If we are serious, we will stop collecting experiences. We do not need more experiences. All we need now is to breathe from our heels.
It’s not a mistake to make a mistake—unless, of course, it’s repeated. Our experiences don’t bring us to the mat; repetition does.