The Thought Is Not The Thing.

And The Fear Of Not Being Is Born In That Space. But In Meditation, When This Is Understood, The Mind Can Enter Into A Dimension Of Space Where Action Is Inaction. We Do Not Know What Love Is, For In The Space Made By Thought Around Itself As The Me, Love Is The Conflict Of The Me And The Not-me. This Conflict, This Torture, Is Not Love. Thought Is The Very Denial Of Love, And It Cannot Enter Into That Space Where The Me Is Not. In That Space Is The Benediction Which Man Seeks And Cannot Find. He Seeks It Within The Frontiers Of Thought, And Thought Destroys The Ecstasy Of This Benediction.

We Shall Quench Our Thirst, For We Shall Drink Deep At The Bubbling Fountain Of Wisdom.

We Are Empty Shells If We Do Not Possess, If We Do Not Fill Our Life With Furniture, With Music, With Knowledge, With This Or That. And That Shell Makes A Lot Of Noise, And That Noise We Call Living, And With That We Are Satisfied.

Thought Nourishes, Sustains And Gives Continuity To Fear And Pleasure.

When We Suffer We Have Made It Into A Personal Affair. We Shut Out All The Suffering Of Mankind.