Tag Archives: joy

The death of time

Now is a timeless state—no past, no future. It’s where time dies.


Like a speared eel

I made a mistake the other day. I rushed an action. Then, mistake number two: I failed to arrest myself, to investigate the incident. Oh, what a hallelujah moment to finally get down to business, to see all of my sourness flood the exits, to watch ego convulse like a speared eel.


The joy of nothing

Freedom is freedom from something. It is a subtraction. The less of us there is, the freer we are. As men, our goal is to become nobody in particular.

Freedom cuts across the cultural grain. In the West, solutions are typically proposed in terms of more, not less.

“Be nothing. Know nothing. Have nothing. This is the only happiness worth having.”

Statements like this stun the mind. We are like the bird that flies into a window.


When I find myself crying

It sometimes happens that men who are awakening will tell me, “I don’t know who I am any more.” It is like the moment in a funeral service when I find myself crying.