Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movement in terms of the past, as memory, is afraid of life (Jiddu Krishnamurti, The Flight of the Eagle)
Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movement in terms of the past, as memory, is afraid of life (Jiddu Krishnamurti, The Flight of the Eagle)