On realizing that silence is not a result, but a background.

On existence prior to interpretation, purpose, or story.

When someone goes, what is it that actually goes?

Then why does the sense of lack feel so convincing, so intimate, as if it belongs to us?

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there’s another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity. ~ Rumi

All conditioned things are impermanent; when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. ~ Buddha

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. ~ Buddha

If every version of me is still alive in some way, where exactly is the present located?

All conditioned things are impermanent. When one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. ~ Dhammapada