There can be understanding of life, and of the significance and beauty of death, only when the mind on the instant perceives “what is”.
Although we differentiate them, love, death, and sorrow are all the same; because, surely, love, death, and sorrow are the unknowable. The moment you know love, you have ceased to love. Love is beyond time; it has no beginning and no end, whereas knowledge has; and when you say, “I know what love is”, you don’t. We know only a sensation, a stimulus.We know the reaction to love, but that reaction is not love. In the same way, we don’t know what death is. You know only the reactions to death, and you will discover the full depth and significance of death only when the reactions have ceased. :shaking2:
Although we differentiate them, love, death, and sorrow are all the same; because, surely, love, death, and sorrow are the unknowable. The moment you know love, you have ceased to love. Love is beyond time; it has no beginning and no end, whereas knowledge has; and when you say, “I know what love is”, you don’t. We know only a sensation, a stimulus.We know the reaction to love, but that reaction is not love. In the same way, we don’t know what death is. You know only the reactions to death, and you will discover the full depth and significance of death only when the reactions have ceased. :shaking2: