When you have gone through all the layers of the self, its inmost nature, its essence, is nothing. You are nothing.
K., Public Talk 5, Madras (Chennai), 7 January 1978
He stood at the back window he had photographed a thousand times, without having really been there at all. Somehow, his fear had evaporated, and despite the knowledge that it might return at any time, he was grateful.

51/49, 50% of the time.

He told me that when his drinking was at its worst, the only thing that kept him from suicide was the thought he’d never be able to have another one.

Something you never figured out: life is what it is, not what it isn’t.

Everything you think, feel, and say, compounded daily.

Because their abject suffering represented an affront to the fragile belief systems of those around them, they were held responsible for their own misfortune.

So far below an acceptable standard that it doesn’t even qualify as failure.

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