When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

I was, somewhere in the neighborhood of about 300 jumps.