Hmmm.... Not right to do wrong at one end and right at another — plus and minus becomes minus in maths.

Vuja De: The uncanny feeeling that something has never happened before; the opposite of Deja Vu

What keeps us coming into Samsara?
What keeps us going in Samsara?
Vuja De experiences of pleasure in this life,
As we forget the Deja Vu experience of the pain of death.

But not pain really —
which comes from attachment,
refusal to let go when it is time.

The more I try to generalise, the more I realise it is impossible. It's a disease really, trying to stereotype the masses and in the process dilute the individual's needs. Case by case. Everything and everyone has unique causes and conditions. Compassion refined has to work at the micro-level.)

Your impatience does not make Enlightenment come any faster. It is an aspect of aversion that pushes it at bay. If impatience is not an attribute of the state of Enlightenment, why hurry impatiently? The perfection of diligence is to have optimum practice without increasing any impatience.

When you kill time,
you kill youself,
you kill life.

My resolution not to surf aimlessly.

Video and music piracy presents a simple and compelling case of karma's vicous cyclic workings to me. When you support piracy, you do not support the very entertainment industry whose works you are stealing to enjoy. The more good works the world steals from the industry, less good works will be produced due to decrease of revenue. When you steal that you love, you might appear to get more for now, but you will eventually lose the equivalent and more.

We might always be falling short of perfection in our thought, word and deed at the moment. But we can fall short less and less. This is the meaning of “perfecting” — it is not perfection itself yet, but it perfects in good time. And what is “good time”? It is the rate of improvement which you are at ease with without any hint of regret of not being diligent enough.

Sometimes, when strangers sit with a heavy thud on the seat next to me on the bus, I imagine ripples of air and dust radiating from the seat. A mild but definite disturbance to the physical universe and my mental universe, unnerving me slightly. When we are mindful, we send good vibrations of peace and loving-kindness to the world. When we are thoughtless, even in the little things we do, we send rude shockwaves to others. What ripples raditate from the epicentre that is you?

Just changed my identity card. Surprises me when I juxtapose the old and new cards and compare the photos. I have changed considerably. I did not just change my identity card; I changed my physical and mental identity, and it happens moment to moment. But some things change more subtly, probably inconceivably in this life time — my thumbprint and blood group printed on the cards. Funny that that's almost all that the country uses at the moment to recognise me as me. Our individual identity is so fragile. But I like it this way — the possibilities of infinite change is most welcomed. How else we we evolve to be better?

When you gaze at the stars in distant space, you are looking at a universe of the past. For the stars' light can take up to thousands of light years to reach your eyes. The very stars you see might already be cosmically snubbed out by now. If you think of it more immediately, everything you see with your physical eyes is delayed light reflected from whatever they are looking at. Our senses thus always betray us to some extent by receiving and processing belated input. We are thus physically displaced. This worsens when we are not mindful of the “present.” We displace ourselves mentally too. We are already losing too much. Come back, come back... to the present.

There is only falling into place,
even when things are falling apart.
Because nothing is out of place.
A place for everything and everything in its place —
both the physical and the mental.
Cause and effect.

“The power of certainty is without limits. In life there will be many tests you have to face. You must hold on to the belief that everything that happens is for the best.”

— Eli the wise old man in “The Adventures of Abdi” (By Madonna)

Too many good books to learn from. Just tell me the storyline and the learning points. I'm running out of them to relish the novel. Maybe more micro-novels should be written of actual ones.

I offer this food to the Buddhas,
the ones who realise oneness (and emptiness) of the universe and teach all.

Read the following from a book excerpt, “A Pain in the Neck”, written by a recently deceased blogger, Grace, who blogged during her last days:

“The world was going to go on without me. It is a strange thought. Echobelly sings, ”I can’t imagine the world without me.“ They’re right. Try imagining the world without you. You can’t. As Descartes realised a couple of hundred years ago, the world exists because of you. That is the only certain knowledge that we can ever hope to have.”

Her blog: www.dyingis.blogspot.com