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"I do not know if you have noticed this in yourself, how your daily life is based on this extraordinary principle of fear and pleasure, and one is trying to dominate the other and from this arises this endless conflict. Is it possible to live a life without this constant struggle? To really understand this you have to see what your life is first - that it is a struggle, that it is terribly frustrating, painful. Be aware of that, don't escape from it, don't run away from what you see, don't try to explain it, but stay with what actually is — that you are struggling, that there is a battle going on inside yourself to be different or to become different and so on. Just watch that. And in that watching, in that awareness you will find that by the very act of that attention the struggle comes to an end."
J. Krishnamurti
Krishnamurti at Brockwood Park, 1974
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Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could? I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I'll follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
'Masters of War', by Bob Dylan 1963
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Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could? I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
excerpt from 'Masters of War', by Bob Dylan 1963
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Non-duality explains that everything in life is connected and part of a single whole, rather than being separate and distinct. It suggests that there is an infinitely greater reality – a single, unified wholeness – that transcends our usual way of seeing the world as divided into separate things like ‘me’ and ‘you’ or ‘thoughts’ and ‘reality’.
In pursuing this understanding, we inevitably come to see that the peace and happiness everyone has always longed for is already the nature of our being, and that we share this being with everyone and everything.

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how perfect and ingenious is everthing in this world
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Resist the urge to make yourself feel better. That is avoidance. Let yourself feel bad, and it will pass.
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Georgia O'Keeffe (1887-1986),
A Black Bird with Snow-Covered Red Hills, 1946
National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC.
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