I Don't Mind What Happens.

Why Do You Want To Read Others' Books When There Is The Book Of Yourself?

As The World Has To Attain The Fulfilment Of Eternal Life, To Me It Does Not In The Least Matter What I Am Called -'enlightened One', 'son Of God', Or Something Else. To Me, It Has No Purpose - As Little As When The Buddha Said, 'i Am The Enlightened One'.

As Long As The Mind Is Seeking To Fill Itself, It Will Always Be Empty. When The Mind Is No Longer Concerned With Filling Its Own Emptiness, Then Only Does That Emptiness Cease To Be.

You Know, In The Case Of Most Of Us, The Mind Is Noisy, Everlastingly Chattering To Itself, Soliloquizing Or Chattering About Something, Or Trying To Talk To Itself, To Convince Itself Of Something; It Is Always Moving, Noisy.

Can I Live A Life, Daily Life, Without Sense Of Self-concern?