Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.
Don’t waste a single moment of your precious life! Wake up now! And now! And now! 6.
As we moved from Tokyo the world became greener.
As she stared at the restless pixels on the screen, her impatience grew. This agitation was familiar, a paradoxical feeling that built up inside her when she was spending too much time online, as thou...
Am I crazy? she asked. I feel like I am sometimes. Maybe, he said, rubbing her forehead. But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imaginati...
Именно в этой главе он хвалит молодых монахов за упорство на пути к пробуждению и объясняет гранулярную природу времени: 6 400 099 980 моментов составляют один день. Цель его рассуждений — показать, ч...
Memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
What is the half-life of information? Does its rate of decay correlate with the medium that conveys it? Pixels need power. Paper is unstable in fire and flood. Letters carved in stone are more durable...
What does separation look like? A wall? A wave? A body of water? A ripple of light or a shimmer of subatomic particles, parting? What does it feel like to push through? Her fingers press against the r...
This is the chapter in which he praises his young monks for their commitment to a path of awakening and explicates the granular nature of time: the 6,400,099,980 moments40 that constitute a single day...
There’s nothing sadder than cyberspace . . . but I’ve already said this.
There's nothing like realizing that you don't have much time left to stimulate your appreciation for the moments of your life.
There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focused but vast, and time felt like a limpid pool, ringed by sunlit ferns. An underground spring fed the pool from deep below, creating a ge...
The temple drum is as big as a barrel, and it sits on a tall wooden platform. When you play it, you stand in front, facing the stretched hide, trying to control your breathing, which is jumping all ov...
Stocking up is what our robust Americans called it, laughing nervously, because profligate abundance automatically evokes its opposite, the unspoken specter of dearth.
It was the most ordinary thing in the world, but it felt like we were lovers or something, because in Japan dads don't generally hug and kiss their kids. Don't ask me why. They just don't. But we kiss...
Drawing my thoughts out of my mind and holding me down to earth at the same time.
Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as t...
And if you decide not to read anymore, hey, no problem, because you're not the one I was waiting for anyway. But if you decide to read on, then guess what? You're my kind of time being and together we...
Прошлое — странная штука. Нет, правда, оно вообще существует? Ощущение такое, что существует, но где? И если оно существовало, но сейчас не существует, то куда оно делось?