On love

Love is clarity, not charity.

The self

The self is an experiment, a magic trick, a scam, a work of art, an accident, a reaction to and against, an homage, a provisional model, a spontaneous sequence prompted by desire and fear.

Two-step mourning

Cry for the loss.
Then cry for what is lost.

More on truth

If everything occurs in infinite iterations, does that render the concept of truth meaningless (or so trivial as to be insignificant)?

On truth

Truth is the accurate perception of the inevitable and the extant.

Notice

Notice, don't obsess.

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No past (Flanagan)

A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.

Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

On seeing

Criticism blinds; praise blinds; expectation blinds; desire blinds.

Perhaps seeing isn't the objective?

Quarrel

We quarrel with words,
but it is not with words that we quarrel.

Abstraction

People fear abstraction because they are afraid of being forced to acknowledge that they are abstraction.

Path & destination

Path without destination is paradox.
Destination without path is pretense.

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My way

Obviously I prefer my way
or it wouldn't be my way.

General approach (Boo)

His general approach toward his neighbors was this: "The better I know you, the more I will dislike you, and the more you will dislike me. So let us keep to ourselves."

Katherine Boo, Behind The Beautiful Forevers

On freedom

Freedom is always relative, subject to applicable constraints. The notion of absolute freedom is inherently nonsensical.

Upon discovering the nature

The best are the most shocked upon discovering the nature of the average.

What we seek

Perhaps what we seek in God is something we can't destroy.

Nothing else (Krishnamurti)

So you see that you cannot depend upon anybody. There is no guide, no teacher, no authority. There is only you—your relationship with others and with the world—there is nothing else. When you realise this, it either brings great despair, from which comes cynicism and bitterness, or, in facing the fact that you and nobody else are responsible for the world and for yourself, for what you think, what you feel, how you act, all self-pity goes.

J. Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known

But true

Truth is God, but true.