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2. Pay attention
One book of Jiddu Krishnamurti’s lectures refers to the Flame of Attention, pointing out that the meaning of the word “attention” is a reminder of the perils of constant watchfulness – you must be “at-tension”, so at any moment you … Continue reading
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1. Don’t Worry About Death
I can honestly say that right now, I don’t worry all that much about dying. I don’t fear what is, or isn’t, to come. I thank my parents, and their introduction to their parents’ religion, but an otherwise free-thinking non-religious … Continue reading
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On Discussing Beginnings
Discussing beginnings always degenerates into some kind of talk about the universe, spirituality, theology or at the very least physical philosophy – because when speaking in the present, it is usually assumed there is a past. A place where, at … Continue reading
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Each thing that starts must have an end
Each thing that starts must have an end; for every wax there is a wend that once begun, moves to its finish. Every birth has “bury” in it. My earliest memory is of walking down the street beside my mother, … Continue reading
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The wise men all say look within
The wise men all say look within; and still, we focus outward. Is it because we’re deaf, or stupid? Maybe we’re just cowards. In so many ways, our memories are like poetry: distillations of images that if given too much … Continue reading
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Memory is the Greatest Weapon
Memory is the greatest weapon in love’s mad arsenal. I wrote that line when I was 26 years old. It still rings true – although as I get older it seems often it is a weapon for good, a defensive … Continue reading