The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.
For him who has completed the journey, for him who is sorrowless, for him who from everything is wholly free, for him who has destroyed all ties, the fever of passion exists not… He is like a pool, unsullied by mud; to such a balanced one, life’s wanderings do not arise. Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his action, who, rightly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
Pain and joy are like light and darkness; they are two sides of the same medal. They are interdependent and inseparably connected to each other.
There are those who spend their lives arguing which is better, the crescent moon or the full. Then there are a few who revel in both for they know The Moon is One.
