Nothing fans the flames of desire like I-am-the-body consciousness. The man who thinks he’s a body is a rolling appetite. His eyes tell the story.
Imagine the havoc we’d wreak if at every step along the way we got exactly what we wanted.
You’re not in control. Be grateful.
Sex is not bad. It’s the desire for sex that creates a howling host of problems. It’s the same with possessions. We have them because we want them, not because we need them.
All that’s necessary is to want what happens. Herein the flower of peace, the death of desire.
Pleasure’s not a problem—until we think we can’t be happy without it.