Have you heard of the illness? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you dies. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's.
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Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
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She'd said that revenge was not sweet, that it was bloody. She was wrong. It *was* sweet. For one fleeting, glorious moment you felt incredible satisfaction. Then it was gone, empty, and you had to go on living. The power high that filled me with her light had faded, and all I tasted now were bitter ashes.
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Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.
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Tahiya hote pavan nahin pani, tahiya srishti kown utpati; tahiya hote kali nahin phula, tahiya hote garbh nahi mula; tahiya hote vidya nahin Veda, tahiya hote shabd nahin swada; tahiya hote pind nahin basu, nahin dhar dharni na pavan akasu; tahiya hote guru nahin chela, gamya agamya na panth duhela. Sakhi: avigati ki gati ka kahown, jake gawn na thawngun bihuna pekhana, ka kahi lijai nawnIn that state there is no air or water, and no creation or creator; There is no bud or flower, and no fetus or semen; There is no education or Vedas, and no word or taste; There is no body or settlement, and no earth, air or space; There is no guru or disciple, and no easy or difficult path. Sakhi: That state is very strange. I cannot explain it. It has no village or resting place. That state is without gunas (qualities). What name can on give it?
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Looking aroundthere is nothing but illusionEverything is drownedin the oceans of illusion
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There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.
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Become totally emptyQuiet the restlessness of the mindOnly then will you witness everything unfolding from emptiness
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Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.
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New eyes awaken.I send Love's name into the world with wingsAnd songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunesYour Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradiseShine on the face of the abyssAnd I am drunk with the great wildernessOf the sixth day in Genesis. But sound is never half so fairAs when that music turns to airAnd the universe dies of excellence. Sun, moon and starsFall from their heavenly towers. Joys walk no longer down the blue world's shore. Though fires loiter, lights still fly on the air of the gulf, All fear another wind, another thunder: Then one more voiceSnuffs all their flares in one gust. And I go forth with no more wine and no more starsAnd no more buds and no more EdenAnd no more animals and no more sea: While God sings by himself in acres of nightAnd walls fall down, that guarded Paradise.
Nothing has an unlikely quality. It is heavy.
This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.
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The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.
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At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn't miserable anymore: I wasn't anything at all. I was a nothing-- a random configuration of molecules. If my heart still beat I didn't know it. I was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called Death, all I knew was nothing, all I did meant nothing, all I felt conveyed nothing. This was no passing thought. It was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold.
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He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.
I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.
At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.
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No emptiness in universe, love permeates everything.
It is the empty seats that listen most raptly.
Vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.
This feeling of emptiness creeps up inside me like a poison that eats away everything that functions well in me. I look around and I see nothing no colour, no size, no shape, no angle, no point plain nothing. Even my words sound untuned with broken fragments of perturbing screams and whispers. My own presence feels so distant, so far away lost in a nauseating maze of endless intricacy, trapped in a frightful puzzle of unbounded depravity.
.. The vacuum left by the departing visitor seemed to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times, when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no more guess, for then there would be no chasm of emptiness for her to negotiate when they were gone.
Spiritual emptiness is a universal disease.
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Everywhere was the atmosphere of a long debauch that had to end; the orchestras played too fast, the stakes were too high at the gambling tables, the players were so empty, so tired, secretly hoping to vanish together into sleep and.. Maybe wake on a very distant morning and hear nothing, whatever, no shouting or crooning, find all things changed.
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