In the game’s second half, there are sundry encouragements to let go of things—if not actual then conceptual, e.g., mental things. In practice, this means relinquishing our opinions. Sadly, for many of us, this is just not an option.
In the soul’s gymnasium, it’s not what a man does that matters; it’s what he stops doing.
Women cry easily, naturally. Tears release endorphins; a good cry is good medicine. Men are mostly strangers to how they feel. They cry hard, in spasms, or not at all.
Jesus cried extravagantly.
Right action has both a negative and a positive dimension—as, indeed, does all of life. In its Buddhistic dimension, it’s what we refrain from doing. In its mystic-Christian dimension, it’s what is done through us. These are not contradictory positions. They’re tango partners.
My sense of the pandemic is that it’s hastening a shift in the collective consciousness. As those who have emerged from addiction have realized, the good news is first of all bad news.