If I should ever get this rock to the top of this hill, what then? I'm way too busy apologizing for what I've done to have any time or energy to defend against what I haven't done.
There's gold in these hills. Not that it matters. Hell, there's gum under the tables. If suffering only serves a purpose until the ego has been tamed, what then? This joy stuff really should be shared. Maybe misery really does love company but ecstasy demands sharing.
Don't pay money for a mantra. Don't be duped by gurus in robes. Love. That's it. Really. That's all there is.