“The mind is quiet when it sees the truth that understanding comes only when it is quiet…When I see the … More
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J. Krishnamurti on Relationships
I say I know him or her. I know him because I met him five years ago. We had talked … More
Your Thoughts Are Not Yours (And You Don’t Even Know It)
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.
Living with no control | Krishnamurti
Love as the Effect, Not Cause, of Self-knowledge
I had written a few months back thus: “Intellectually, I am a sage. Emotionally, I am just a teenager.” When … More
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.
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.