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Compassion And The Existential Slap
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
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“All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.” — Shakespeare
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Do not wait until your final moments to embrace the light. Let things move you. Be patient with your mind. Do not destroy yourself because there may not be much time left ~ do the harder thing and rebuild.
We are not society’s expectations, we are not the constant flow of information we receive, we are not modern zombies ~ we are spirits yearning to find freedom within the constraints of a society that has never loved us. Yet, the world has always loved us ~ so love it back. It is here, waiting for you to see it. Waiting for you to show up.
It is still here. We are still here. Make something of it.
~ i.e. kali ~
In my twenties I was advised by Krishnamurti to consider death and its implications for how I live. Coming from a culture that hides from death, that was a new idea to me. Most Americans wall themselves off from the actuality of their own personal death. If they are given a death sentence by a doctor it’s a shock, even if they are old. Yes, we know death is coming but our…
