And what is good, Phaedrus, And what is not good—Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
Robert M. Pirsig
Category: Psychedelicatessen
*The late Robert M. Pirsig, actually maintaining his motorcycle. I never saw a pic of the guy while he lived. He looks pretty much like I expected.
You Are Me.
My consciousness shines in your world, like a beautiful face in a soiled mirror, Seeing that reflection, I call myself you, an individual soul, as if I could be finite!
A finite soul, an infinite goddess, these are false concepts, in the minds of those unacquainted with truth. No space, my loving devotee, exists between your Self and my Self, Know this and you are free, This is the secret wisdom.—Saraswati Rhasya Upanishad 2.31–2.33
Koo koo kachoob.
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