How many zillions of times do we need to repeat a mistake, to
know it's a mistake?
How many eons do we need to dwell in darkness to realize only the
Dhamma can save us?
How strong a fire does it take to create a mind committed to escaping it?
I feel like just a passenger in this stream of mind.
If it must be slow let me try to enjoy the ride.
Personal reflections, random thoughts, mostly but not exclusively and unintentionally related to Buddhism and the spiritual path. More specifically, a lot of what is written here is influenced by my practice of Vipassana meditation as taught by S.N. Goenka.
