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The end of suffering, is the realization, that no one suffered. – Images, floating up and inevitably sinking, in the stream of appearances: – Images, that identified with, become the ‘I’: in turn, attaching to images to suffer desire as they sink, rejecting images to suffer fear as they rise: – The ‘I’, itself an…

I love Her… that space, that hall way – that empty space between the living murals of illusion and time – that corridor of endless doors, that long deep cave of endless portals… and beyond that pearl – beyond the ancient vineyard where ripples of light and shadow give birth to life – in the…