
The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us—how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place.
People try to get away from it all—to the country, to the beach, to the mountains. You always wish that you could too. Which is idiotic: you can get away from it anytime you like. By going within. Nowhere you can go is more peaceful—more free of interruptions—than your own soul.
Not to live as if you had endless years ahead of you. Death overshadows you. While you're alive and able—be good.
You have a mind? —Yes. Well, why not use it?
Choose not to be harmed—and you won't feel harmed. Don't feel harmed—and you haven't been.
...that to expect a bad person not to harm others is like expecting fig trees not to secrete juice, babies not to cry, horses not to neigh—the inevitable not to happen.
No thefts of free will reported.
“If you don’t have a consistent goal in life, you can’t live it in a consistent way.”
Learn to ask of all actions, “Why are they doing that?” Starting with your own.
Pain is the opposite of strength, and so is anger.
How much more damage anger and grief do than the things that cause them.
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