One Blade of Grass

But what if the day when things counted was not far off, but here, now, and the closest we would get to a result was what we were seeing before us. This was the result. Perhaps in a sense there were no results—this whole universe was just doing what it did. It wasn’t interested in results, only process.

I wanted the result, not the process. Was it just me, or was the Western spiritual way, with its emphasis on redemption, more inclined to results? The Day of Judgment, the end of days: one day, everything will count for something, every last deed and smallest act.

it was about some kind of radical experience that shifted one’s view of things, yet it was also about absolute ordinariness. If you saw reality more clearly, ordinary things became miraculous.

It wasn’t that you had to transport yourself to other realms. You just had to puncture a conditioned view of reality that had been filtering your experience.

a wisdom that is not knowledge but rather a state of being.

There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters. D. H. LAWRENCE