a decent metaphor is that of a cloud, passing through this realm as simply a concept. where does the cloud end and the sky begin? the cloud is made up of a bunch of water molecules that are clumping together just enough to be seen, and blown around in whatever direction the winds take it, and to be called "cloud" by us silly humans.
the being we called Will was absolutely delightful and charismatic, disturbing and profound, ignorant and wise. as i said this morning, i'm damn sure our friend is feeling out the ends of the cosmos, not limited by a silly body for the time being. soon enough this delightful being will return to this samsara to make another go at the enlightenment he didn't quite attain last round. and he'll undoubtedly make a great deal more friends who will love him infinately past death, just as we do.
i speak with complete certainty when i say that this magnificent friend of ours would have wanted us to take a lesson away from all this. the lesson may vary greatly from person to person. perhaps one who is a shitty driver should take more precautions; one who is afraid of death should understand that it often comes when least expected, and you should be aware at every moment so you can recognize life for what it is now so you'll be aware when it is slipping away and past; one who has difficulty letting go may realize that all things come to pass, and we should love them and appreciate them while they are here with us so that we can cherish them appropriately when they are gone.
do no diservice to this comrade, be aware of your feelings about this death and life, and give it all a great bit of consideration. use this event as the tool that Will could never have provided us while living to teach us the greatest lesson about existence. it is only right.
love everyone as you love yourself. love yourself as you love everyone. we are all each other. i am another you.
a decent metaphor is that of a cloud, passing through this realm as simply a concept. where does the cloud end and the sky begin? the cloud is made up of a bunch of water molecules that are clumping together just enough to be seen, and blown around in whatever direction the winds take it, and to be called "cloud" by us silly humans.
the being we called Will was absolutely delightful and charismatic, disturbing and profound, ignorant and wise. as i said this morning, i'm damn sure our friend is feeling out the ends of the cosmos, not limited by a silly body for the time being. soon enough this delightful being will return to this samsara to make another go at the enlightenment he didn't quite attain last round. and he'll undoubtedly make a great deal more friends who will love him infinately past death, just as we do.
i speak with complete certainty when i say that this magnificent friend of ours would have wanted us to take a lesson away from all this. the lesson may vary greatly from person to person. perhaps one who is a shitty driver should take more precautions; one who is afraid of death should understand that it often comes when least expected, and you should be aware at every moment so you can recognize life for what it is now so you'll be aware when it is slipping away and past; one who has difficulty letting go may realize that all things come to pass, and we should love them and appreciate them while they are here with us so that we can cherish them appropriately when they are gone.
do no diservice to this comrade, be aware of your feelings about this death and life, and give it all a great bit of consideration. use this event as the tool that Will could never have provided us while living to teach us the greatest lesson about existence. it is only right.
love everyone as you love yourself. love yourself as you love everyone. we are all each other. i am another you.
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