You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on.
Saints need sinners.
A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop changing.
But to me nothing – the negative, the empty – is exceedingly powerful.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
The style of God venerated in the church, mosque, or synagogue seems completely different from the style of the natural universe.