Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
The cosmos is interesting rather than perfect, and everything is not part of some greater plan, nor is all necessarily under control.
Begin with yourself. There is no time to waste. It is your duty to do your part to bring God’s kingdom on earth.
Lao Tan said, “I was letting my mind wander in the beginning of things.”
“What does this mean?” asked Confucius. Lao Tan said, “It means to attain Perfect Beauty and wander in Perfect Happiness. He who attains Perfect Beauty and wanders in Perfect Happiness may be called the Perfect Man.”
