If one has realised, he is that which alone is, and which alone has always been. He cannot describe that state. He can only be that.
如果一个人已经觉悟,他就是那唯一的存在,且一直都是。他无法描述那种状态,他只能成为那样。
有的时候,一支亲切的乐曲,一处幽静地方的潺潺水声,一朵花的芳香,甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼,会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆,令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景,它们会像微风一样飘散,仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事,而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。
There is no such thing as a happy ending.