Again and again, I am astonished by the freshness of J. Krishnamurti's understanding of life-and-death (from ON LIVING AND DYING):
"Actually, death is not something far away; it is here and now. It is here when you are talking, when you are enjoying yourself, when you are listening, when you are going to the office. It is here at every minute of life, just as love is. . . .
"The mind that is dying each minute, never accumulating, never gathering experience, is innocent, and is therefore in a constant state of love."
table for one
the odd feeling of
not being alone