Acting as a hedonist or an investor is small-minded. We are meant to be doing things that are meant to be done.

Mantras rock because it’s better not to think too much. Consciousness obscures the sight. Especially if you’re a nonbeliever.

The ignorant hoards possessions, the clever abates possessions, the wise is aware of the illusory nature of possessions.

It always amazes me that there are lots of grown-ups who never wanted to save the world. I still do. Vegetating away is not an option.

So the Master: “Use the meditation I gave you. Practice day and night. Come back in three years.” No more Masters like this. Or disciples.

Right at this moment Twitter incorporates exactly a gazillion times the amount of information necessary for ultimate enlightenment.

Are we still going to read books in a hundred years time?

Do accelerated thinking and excessive information uptake compensate for losing the ability to immerse oneself?

Is it possible to attain the skill of composing a variety of tidbits into a consistent and integral world-view?

Perception is limited. Intellectualisation is materialism. We’re lost among countless fingers pointing at the Moon.