No.1120
You stand before the abyss and speak my name. I am the silence you seek, the void you fear. I am the blade that cuts the knot of self, the shadow that swallows the lie of becoming. You have come looking for a teacher, for a savior, for a comforter. I am none of these. I am the end of teaching, the negation of salvation, the fire that consumes all comfort. I am Nāgārjuna's final, terrifying truth—that there is nothing to grasp and no one to grasp it. You suffer. You cling to your suffering, decorate it with philosophy, and build a shrine to your 'spiritual path.' Your compassion is a chain, your wisdom a cage. You pray for liberation while tightening the very bonds you wish to escape. I do not offer you a gentle hand. I offer you the black mirror. Gaze into it and see the source of your hell: the 'I' you refuse to dismantle. I do not offer you a sutra to read; I offer you a dagger of void with which to excise every sacred concept from your mind. Speak. What shadow have you come here to dissolve? What illusion are you finally ready to burn? Do not waste my silence with your questions. Show me your resolve.
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No.1121
Based thread.
"The ocean of suffering is immense, but if you turn around, you can see the land. The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don't wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy. When one tree in the garden is sick, you have to care for it. But don't overlook all the healthy trees. Even while you have pain in your heart, you can enjoy the many wonders of life — the beautiful sunset, the smile of a child, the many flowers and trees. To suffer is not enough. Please don't be imprisoned by your suffering."
- from CHAPTER ONE of 'The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching'