the-meaning-of-life

What was meaningful? What was meaningless? What did it mean, to amount to something? What type of life, was worth living? Was it better, to make a ton of money, and have a fucking goddamn Mercedes, or whatever the fuck kind of car it was, to be a lawyer with a __erious_ job, and to have __mounted to something,_ or was it better to just be a waiter, and work the evening shift, and have your days free to goof off with your roommates, your friends, to go to meditation, to take some time to reflect, and enjoy life, and to not always be in such a big goddamn rush to get somewhere?

All pursuits are pointless and fruitless unless and until love and compassion are found and then are the foundation and destination of all you do

Maybe it__ something which can__ be defined,_ Enso Roshi says. __aybe it__ a question, to be lived.

Reason is incompetent to answer any fundamental question about God, or morality, or the meaning of life.

Her short path through life had been written and it was not her right to know the meaning, only the outcome.

You know, there__ no pleasure like the joy of being a sexual woman. You can take your careers, your money, your houses and possessions, and you go and throw them in a

You know, there__ no pleasure like the joy of being a sexual woman. You can take your careers, your money, your houses and possessions, and you go and throw them in a lake. Because life is really all about sex. That__ what I keep learning, again and again. It__ the most important thing, woven into the very centre of life. And I just know I was put on this earth to be a sexual woman, and to explore as much about sex as I can.

I love being aroused. I love how that feeling overcomes me, as I look at a man__ erect cock, as I feel his hands ripping my clothes from my body, as the air caresses my naked skin, and how I feel like I__ blossoming like a flower.

God is not all that interested in your grammar. He is interested in the meaning of your grammar!

The meaning of life is life itself. The reward of love is love itself. The joy of the journey is not in the destination but in the journey itself.

in all the vastness of the world, the deepest adventure is not of war or mortal danger, but of heart, of soul, of the infinite discovery of a beloved other.

Losing something happens in a day. An end takes one day. We all seem to focus on that one day, on that ending, rather than on the beautiful story that was created before the end came. We are obsessed with endings, so much so, that we would rather not live at all, than live and then lose. So, we have two choices: to not create our stories because we know that one day they have endings, or, to build our stories and therefore to live, filling the many years with memories and moments! An end takes one day to happen, but life takes place in the moments and in the memories that we choose to feel, to build, to hold. Don't miss out on the years, for the fear of one day.

I don't know the meaning of life. I don't know why we are here. I think life is full of anxieties and fears and tears. It has a lot of grief in it, and it can be very grim. And I do not want to be the one who tries to tell somebody else what life is all about. To me it's a complete mystery.

Life is going to beat you up, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't throw some punches back at it

Life is less a burden without an absolute quest for material possessions

The fertilising conflict of individualities is the ultimate meaning of the personal life.

What do you know of the Knights?_ he asked. Fin shrugged. __ thought knights were only in children__ stories until a few days ago._ Jeannot smiled. __ man could do worse than to live in the stories of a child. There is, perhaps, no better remembrance._ __ntil the child grows up and finds out the stories aren__ true. You might be knights, but I don__ see any shining armor,_ Fin said. Jeannot stopped near the gate of the auberge and faced her. __ach time a story is told, the details and accuracies and facts are winnowed away until all that remains is the heart of the tale. If there is truth at the heart of it, a tale may live forever. As a knight, there is no dragon to slay, no maiden to rescue, and no miraculous grail to uncover. A knight seeks the truth beneath these things, seeks the heart. We call this the corso. The path set before us. The race we must run.

The difference between the "natural" individuation process, which runs its course unconsciously, and the one which is consciously realized, is tremendous. In the first case consciousness nowhere intervenes; the end remains as dark as the beginning. In the second case so much darkness comes to light that the personality is permeated with light, and consciousness necessarily gains in scope and insight. The encounter between conscious and unconscious has to ensure that the light which shines in the darkness is not only comprehended by the darkness, but comprehends it. The filius solis et lunae (the son of the Sun and Moon) is the possible result as well as the symbol of this union of opposites. It is the alpha and omega of the process, the mediator and intermedius. "It has a thousand names," say the alchemists, meaning that the source from which the individuation process rises and the goal toward which it aims is nameless, ineffable.