Life, as it appears to many of us, is sorrow. We come into this world, we experience pain, we die. The cycle goes on with no end in sight and little in the way of reward for our troubles. Yet our troubles are just that… ours.
Our pain, our sorrow, are in us. They are part of us, and just as an infected limb can be cut off, so can our misery be removed. Each and every one of us can rid ourselves of this interminably pointless existence by waking up.
But how does one awaken if one does not know one is asleep? Read more