Just published on Amazon my 20th book (I hope this will be my last book) “Summa Iru: My Formal Renunciation … More
Category: Ignorance (Maya, Avidya)
I Am Sick of Thought
It is thought that tells meI am there, you are thereThis world is thereAnd perhaps there is God. It is … More
Quit
“Life is not a battle worth fighting. Quit.” The word is a deliberate stumbling block. What is to be given up is not the body or the life, but the fighter — the ego whose founding myth is that life is a war to be won. Camus answered the question of life’s worth with revolt; Advaita takes the path he never considered: neither suicide nor defiance, but the dissolution of the one who asks. Quit the way a fist quits clenching. The battle is optional because the soldier is fictional. What remains is life itself — neither fought nor fled.
Is life worth living?
“Life is not a battle worth fighting. Quit. But not everyone will understand what I mean by saying quit.”
Is Everything Predestined?
Summa Iru: On Desire, Ignorance, and the Vicious Cycle That Isn’t — What I Wrote to My Kalyana Mitra and Claude’s Critique of It
What is Vedanta’s final instruction, once the four yogas, the scriptures, and the practices are stripped away? Summa iru — be still. But if stillness is the goal, why does the mind refuse it? This letter traces a four-link chain — ignorance, desire, thought, action — to argue that the “obstacles” of Buddhist Abhidharma’s kleshas are symptoms of desire, and desire itself is a symptom of the deeper ignorance that we are body-mind alone. A companion critique examines the circularity this seems to create, and asks whether stillness must be achieved through effort, or simply uncovered by inquiry.
No Happiness Outside
Here I am sitting alone At past 1 am, mulling on What never was the case One which I thought … More
The 2nd Verse of Ashtavakra Gita
The 2nd verse of Ashtavakra Gita is this reply by Ashtavakra: “If you are seeking liberation, my son, avoid the … More
I Can Neither Laugh Nor Cry
A friend wrote: A cicada may spend seventeen years beneath the earth, only to emerge for a single month beneath … More
Summa Iru: Formal Renunciation for The Dissolution of the False Self
All my life I have been ending ignorance — reading, thinking, writing, seeking. Now the loose ends are nearly tied. Come July 16, my 62nd birthday, it will be summa iru: not a thing I choose, but what happens when the false self, strung together from my relationships, finally dissolves. The more I carve out this “Me Time,” the more I begin to disappear. Nothing defines me; nothing tells me who I am. And so the old question arises almost naturally — “Who am I?” — a question one can sit with, alone, and stand a very good chance of answering.