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I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
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mountain
empty
space
die
soul
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Jack Kerouac |
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"And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes."
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lover
reality
dreams
love
heads
grounded
clouds
realist
dreamers
grass
firm
fall-in-love
ideals
purple
illusions
mountain
worlds
idealists
sky
dreaming
feet
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V.C. Andrews |
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If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.
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dreams
happiness
satisfy
hill
striving
mountain
hoping
mountains
longing
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V.C. Andrews |
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"I walked with my eyes on the path, but out of the corners of them I saw a man hiding behind an olive tree. He did not move as we approached, but I fell that he was watching us. As soon as we had passed I heard a scamper. Wilson, like a hunted animal, had made for safely. That was the last I ever saw of him.
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inspiring
mountain
peace
moonlight
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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"The backside of mountain is a fight against human nature," he said. "You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up."
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life
mountain
mountains
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Mitch Albom |
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The boulder is the truth that the great men know by instinct, and the mountain is the stupidity of mankind.
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mankind
stupidity
humanity
truth
great-men
mountain
instinct
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Doris Lessing |
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First mountains are mountains and rivers are rivers. Than mountains are no longer mountains and rivers are no longer rivers. Finally mountains are mountains and rivers are rivers.
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mountain
river
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