Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
Can you imagine the practical grace in your thoroughgoing pulsation?
College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
