Once you know Buddhism better than others and start correcting people on facts, you stop knowing the thing that matters. At that point, you become a scholar. At that point, the group becomes more important than the individual. At that point, you forget that Buddhism wasn’t started by a bunch of smiling monks struggling to be kind to each other, but rather, it was started by a young man who deeply disturbed his father, who left his wife and child, who started a cultural upheaval that did dishonour to existing traditional thought. Christianity, Existentialism, same deal. It’s all dried blood on an old white shirt. Dead remnants, a coagulation of what was once a fresh wound.

The process of causality is happening in infinite detail, to the point where, when causality is understood, it’s like a fire that eats everything, including itself. However, at this point, this is where religion and spirituality are commonly misunderstood. 

Humans, particularly those who are sociopathic, have a very difficult time with boundaries. They hate boundaries.  To draw boundaries is to suffer - but drawing boundaries is good. The degree that we are conscious, responsible human beings is the degree to which have a capacity for boundary making.   

Seeing the non-dual, unbounded, illusory nature of form does not come from a disregard for boundaries, but rather, from an infinite respect for boundaries. 

It’s the difference between a rapist and a respectful seducer.  But even the seducer becomes weary of his character, and so he goes that step further, and draws his ego out of existence - to abate that last night of torment.

But that act is not obliteration into nothingness, it’s not a denial of life.  Rather, it is an overcoming, a becoming into everything.

The First Season by John Frusciante ft. The Dark Crystal