Perhaps this is what religion is for?
A strain of intensity and madness to sublimate one’s paunchy, balding final form?
Even the Neanderthal skull in the museum display is probably a remarkable instance of an unremarkable soul.
Yesterday I found out that the Tibetan name for the great, empty flash of awakening is “Ordinary Mind”
I witness my ordinary body with its unremarkable pains from a vantage point of boundless curiousity.
I could stay here, in this cool, refreshing blankness but I choose to return. I always choose to return.
2024-09-04