The world is temporal, meaning time-bound and finite. It came from nothing and is now in the process of returning to nothing. To paraphrase the timeless Stephen Hawking, ‘Why bother?’ Spare a thought for cosmologists! Still looking for a cause. Still not finding one.
As the dweller is not the dwelling, the soul is not the body. One is time-bound and limited; the other is timeless and free.
Inevitability and ignorance sleep in the same bed. The truth is a surprise.
Soul is immortal, eternal, from everlasting to everlasting, as the clerics incant. It’s what flowed through Nisargadatta Maharaj when he blithely asserted that he’d never been born.
Sometimes it feels like I’ve travelled a long way. But I haven’t gone anywhere. I am where I’ve always been, getting to know this overlooked place, admonished by its beauty.