#Change Every moment there's a change from one to another. A ceaseless cycle. Birth - the only prerequisite to death. Yet, which is real: the nothingness, the birth, the change or the death? Is life the great big mound, that time as the eternal river erodes away to nothingness. Or is life the dream of the soul asleep, stirring in its peace for a momentary chaos... #smimano (450) "Punarapi jananam punarapi maranam" Like the grand old Budapest Hotel that's stood the same for a hundred years. Like the mighty oak that's patiently counted three hundred seasons without a stir. Like the still river that's wound around the city for a thousand years. On the surface, even though it seems constant, there's an eternal imperceptible flux. Every moment something is manifest, while it perishes in change the next. Like a stream of thoughts, one giving rise to the next, as the guests who arrive and leave at the hotel. Like the fresh leaves that replace the old ones continuously from season to season in the gigantic oak. Like the new ripple and new volume of fresh flowing water that replaces the last. There's a continuous change in all of this cosmic existence. From the nothingness to a rock, to an amoeba to a seed, to the plant, to the tree, to an insect, to a fish, to a bird to a mammal, to a human to nothingness. Every moment there's a change from one to another. A ceaseless cycle. Birth - the only prerequisite to death. Yet, which is real: the nothingness, the birth, the change or the death? Is life the great big mound, that time as the eternal river erodes away to nothingness. Or is life the dream of the soul asleep, stirring in its peace for a momentary chaos...
