In my twenties first was introduced to Buddhism via Aliester Crowley. He intimated that if one truly wanted to understand the mind, they knew the most, no one had studied
It more. While have practiced Zen, my first book was Entering on the Path to Enlightenment, by Shantideva.
Am a believer in God, just not in any conventional sense. It has wound up in this synopsis for me: I do not exist separate and apart from God, I only exist united and a part of God”.
Words, words, words a lyric from My Fair Lady,
yet words are all I have to take your heart away, another lyric.
To reformulate Descartes, I think, therefore there are thought. Which like energy can neither be created or destroyed but can be transformed into another form there of.
Some wandering thoughts on language, thank you for yours.