If I am full of fear, I do not know myself. Not knowing myself, I become identified with my body, focussed on how to protect it, pleasure it and prolong its existence. So deep is my ignorance that I don’t even know I’m afraid.
I am rough and refined, healthy and sick, an old man and a boy, a sage and a fool.
A quiet mind is a healed mind. A healed mind makes no plans.
The gist of James Nestor’s new book Breath is that we breathe too much, too fast and that mouth breathing wrecks the body. He also takes a deep dive on posture. Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg has been warned that he’ll die a premature death if he doesn’t figure out how to carry his head.
It is not poetic license to say we are luminous creatures. We eat the sunlight that plants convert into starch for our dietary benefit. Thank you, rice. Thank you, grains. Thank you, sun.