“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” ― Charles Bukowski
We’re here for a finite time.
It should be liberating but, for many people, they don’t think about their mortality until it’s too late.
Having gone to the edge and come back, I no longer have a sense of ‘if’ but ‘when’. In the past, I’d have used this experience as way to drive me forward but, for the last six years, I’ve been undertaking an inner journey to understand the few lines that first set me on my way:
“O Sariputra, Form does not differ from Emptiness
And Emptiness does not differ from Form.
Form is Emptiness and Emptiness is Form.
The same is true for Feelings,
Perceptions, Volitions and Consciousness.” — The Heart Sutra
On this journey, there’s no beginning, middle or end: there’s everything and no-thing. Paradoxical I know, but that’s life.
I’d like to think I’d have followed this path regardless, but something tells me, given my hard-headed nature, I’d probably still be convinced I needed to change the world, rather than look within.