A Lake That Is Noisy

We Have Names For Everything. What If We Forgot About Those Names? And We Stopped Seeing Things As Something? What If We Just Observed Things, Watched Things, Without Giving Them A Name, Without Coming To A Conclusion? What Do You Think Would Happen? You Would Transcend Everything.

Why Is Form Beautiful? Because, I Think, It Helps Us Confront Our Worst Fear: The Suspicion That Life May Be Chaos And That Therefore Our Suffering Is Without Meaning.

You Are The Self, That Perfect Immutable Self. Nothing Else Exists. Nothing Else Ever Existed. Nothing Else Will Ever Exist. There Is Only One Self And You Are That. Rejoice!

Well, You Know, The Mind Is Nothing. The Mind Is Only A Bunch Of Thoughts. Thoughts About The Past And The Future, That Is All A Mind Is. But, The Heart Is A Center Of Stillness, Of Quietness, Of Absolute Peace. When You Rest Your Mind In Your Heart, You Feel A Joy And A Bliss That Overwhelms You, And You Will Know. Surrender Your Mind To Your Heart, And You Will Feel It.

The Job Of The Photographer, In My View, Is Not To Catalogue Indisputable Fact But To Try To Be Coherent About Intuition And Hope. This Is Not To Say That He Is Unconcerned With The Truth.