Soundless goodbye

John Bryer played the role of rough-and-tumble union boss for almost 50 years. He died recently, age 82, departing the body while watching television with his fourth wife. Feels like poetry, doesn’t it?

I am. Full stop

I cannot say, “I am the body.” That is because I am not the body. Neither am I a Volvo C30, even though I drive one. Bodies and cars—they come and go, along with everything else. So the question is, What doesn’t change?

Essence

Everything that is prefixed by “my” (my career, my life, my wardrobe) is being withdrawn, passing away, going back to where it came from. I alone remain.

A dance, in the gloaming

Happiness is the readiness to die, the awareness that living is dying and that without death, there is no beauty, no sweetness.

Oh, what a world! Sex is out of the closet, death is under the bed.

Space consciousness

We don’t actually die. What happens is, we serve the common good; we create a space for others. Ancestor worship, while pleasing to our ancestors, is a bit misplaced.