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death is a myth. Death is an illusion. So is un-consciousness. Even the rock is not unconscious -- it is conscious in its own way. It may not be available to us, it may not be possible for us to know whether it is conscious or not, because there are millions of ways of being conscious; man's way is not the only way. Trees are conscious in their own way, and birds in their own, and animals and the rocks.
Consciousness can be expressed in as many ways as possible. This universe has infinities of every expression.
Mind with a capital 'M' is the cosmic Mind -- that has to be attained. That's what Buddha calls 'nothing', that's what he calls mirrorlike emptiness.
Then there is another mind that we go on talking about with a lower case 'm', the small mind. Then my mind is different, your mind is different; man's mind is different from the trees' minds, and the trees' minds are different from the rocks' minds. Then there are differences. And each mind has its own limitation; it is tiny.
One has to disappear from the tiny to the infinite. The lower case 'm' has to be dissolved into the capital 'M'.
The lower case 'm', the small mind, is part of time, and the capital 'M', the cosmic Mind, is eternity. The lower case 'm' is also part of the capital 'M'. Eternity penetrates into time -- just as the moon is reflected in the lake; not really there, but reflected.
Our small minds are only reflections of the great Mind. When the moon rises, the full moon, millions of lakes on the earth will reflect it, and the seas and the rivers and the ponds. Wherever there is some water it will be reflected. But the noon is one and reflections are millions... so are our small minds. The Mind is one -- you can call it the Buddha Mind, you can call it the Mind of the whole, the cosmic Mind, or the Mind called God. These are just different names for the same reality.
This small mind has a beginning and an end. That great Mind has no beginning, no end.
Now listen to the words:
OUR MIND --
WITHOUT END,
WITHOUT BEGINNING,
THOUGH IT IS BORN,
THOUGH IT DIES --
THE ESSENCE OF EMPTINESS!
A very contradictory
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