"Let Buddh help you reach that ultimate point. Then certainly, if you meet him there, kill him. You will be truly free."
"Then why are Zen masters," asked Josh, "who teach their disciples to kill the Buddh on the way, still clinging on to Buddh themselves?"
The ranges stood tall and silent. Asleep. The downcast grass was rolled up into a carpet covering the soil, as if snuggled up to the warm stillness. Silence engulfed Hosh.
Only a soft subtle humming drifted across the grassland from a nearby tea-tree bush. A few crickets lay nestled in the leaves. Hidden, despite the subdued moonlight.
Am I my body or my mind? My consciousness or my memories? Or am I a sum total of all of these?
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"There are teachers," Isha answered after considerable thought, "and then there are educators."
"Perhaps it is time for you to graduate from being one to being the other."
Who am I? Where have I come from and where am I going?
They are questions, which have their common source in the quest for meaning, which has always compelled the human heart. In fact, the answer given to these questions decides the direction which people seek to give to their lives.
"What possible good can there be?" he whispered.
"For me? In the destruction of my life's work? My wealth? My confidence?"
“Come back to me quickly. You can have your Kingdom of Heaven,” she impulsively spoke her thoughts aloud to him.
He winced and thought a little. Then answered with great sadness, “But I can’t go on that journey anymore. I have nothing left to pay the fare.”
"See, I can't even see what is so obvious to you. I am like these coffee beans soiling whatever they touch and completely useless thereafter."
"Wish I were more like these other two, still holding their own after all their troubles."
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"He didn't eat them at lunch, so he didn't want them. I wanted them, so I took them." Josh said reasonably.
"Beware son," said Rosh, "for the mind justifies what the heart desires."
'I am afraid to take this leap of faith. You say that the eagle alone can look into the sun. And the sun rejuvenates its eyes. But I am weak and fearful."
"If I am no eagle, the sun will scorch mine. And smite them down for my arrogance."