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As he gets older he grows more and more happy and peaceful. After all, he is going home. Like a traveller nearing his destination and collecting his luggage, he leaves the train without regret. The mist of bodily existence is lifting – the burden of the body is growing less from day to day. Every sensation is contemplated in perfect equanimity. There is no desire for it, nor refusal. It is as it is and he looks at it with a smile of affectionate detachment. He is alone, but he is all. He is not even a being. He is the beingness of all beings. . (en) |
