It isn’t just that The Price of Love is Grief, but understanding also that the Price of Grief is Love.
- “me”
It’s not about what you think, it’s about what it is.
- “me”
We are just an incarnation of a manifestation of an iteration of an emanation of a larger situation.
- “me”
Subhuti was Buddha’s disciple. He was able to understand the potency of emptiness, the viewpoint that nothing exists except in its relationship of subjectivity and objectivity.
One day Subhuti, in a mood of sublime emptiness, was sitting under a tree. Flowers began to fall about him. “We are praising you for your discourse on emptiness,” the Gods whispered to him.
“But I have not spoken of emptiness,” said Subhuti.
“You have not spoken of emptiness, we have not heard emptiness,” responded the Gods. “This is the true emptiness.” And blossoms showered upon Subhuti as rain.
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