Quotes About Existence

No matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

Nothing ever happened - Not even this

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are still pretty glorious.

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words ? We will pass just as quietly through life (passing through, passing through) as the 10th century people of this valley only with a little more noise and a few bridges and dams and bombs that wont even last a million years ? The world being just what it is, moving and passing through, actually alright in the long view and nothing to complain about.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.

I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.

and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.

Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.