Jun 01
We have separated living from dying, and the interval between the living and the dying is fear. That interval, that time, is created by fear. Living is our daily torture, daily insult, sorrow and confusion, with occasional opening of a window over enchanted seas. That is what we call living, and we are afraid to die, which is to end this misery. We would rather cling to the known than face the unknown – the known being our house, our furniture, our family, our character, our work, our knowledge, our fame, our loneliness, our gods – that little thing that moves around incessantly within itself with its own limited pattern of embittered existence.
PDF - Krishnamurti: What relation has death to life?
- Krishnamurti: On Fear
- Krishnamurti to Himself: His Last Journal
- Nisargadatta: The Sense of ‘I am’
- Krishnamurti: Observing Without the “Me”: Brockwood Park, England, September 5, 1970
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