Reminds me of this quote by Keshavadas, paraphrased by Jack Kornfield in some of his lectures (and at least one of his books):
"Go ahead, light your candles and burn your incense and ring your bells and call out to God, but watch out, because God will come, and He will put you on His Anvil and fire up His Forge and beat you and beat you until He turns brass into Pure Gold." I can see how some would see that as a way of making sense of the true cost of growth, and the pursuit of truth.
Reminds me of this quote by Keshavadas, paraphrased by Jack Kornfield in some of his lectures (and at least one of his books):
"Go ahead, light your candles and burn your incense and ring your bells and call out to God, but watch out, because God will come, and He will put you on His Anvil and fire up His Forge and beat you and beat you until He turns brass into Pure Gold." I can see how some would see that as a way of making sense of the true cost of growth, and the pursuit of truth.
Each time I read these essays, it’s Like rereading an eloquent & poetic translation of my life.
Glad to have you here Robert
I enjoyed so many parts of this. Especially “offer you something tasty, made from the strange creatures that dwell in the dark recesses of my soul.”
Very admirable ethos and great writing.