All Is Well, All Is Well. Though

The Tragedy Of An Attachment Is That If Its Object Is Not Attained It Causes Unhappiness. But If It Is Attained, It Does Not Cause Happiness – It Merely Causes A Flash Of Pleasure Followed By Weariness, And It Is Always Accompanied, Of Course, By The Anxiety That You May Lose The Object Of Your Attachment.

No. An Unremitting Readiness To Admit You May Be Wrong.

You Know, All Mystics - Catholic, Christian, Non-christian, No Matter What Their Theology, No Matter What Their Religion - Are Unanimous On One Thing: That All Is Well, All Is Well. Though Everything Is A Mess, All Is Well. Strange Paradox, To Be Sure. But, Tragically, Most People Never Get To See That All Is Well Because They Are Asleep. They Are Having A Nightmare.

Let’s Suppose That Rain Washes Out A Picnic. Who Is Feeling Negative? The Rain? Or You? What’s Causing The Negative Feeling? The Rain Or Your Reaction? When You Bump Your Knee Against A Table, The Table’s Fine. It’s Busy Being What It Was Made To Be – A Table. The Pain Is In Your Knee, Not In The Table. The Mystics Keep Trying To Tell Us That Reality Is All Right. Reality Is Not Problematic. Problems Exist Only In The Human Mind. We Might Add: In The Stupid, Sleeping Human Mind.

Can One Be Fully Human Without Experiencing Tragedy? The Only Tragedy There Is In The World Is Ignorance; All Evil Comes From That.