The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of a gun.
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
The ultimate freedom from the nonexistent ego is to see that it is actually irrelevant.
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
