We sponsor everything from religion to ritual, from tablet to book, from temple to church, belief to reason, to affirm an identity which is nothing more than marooned rain water. Dark and stinky.
What are we? A pattern of habit. A bundle of thoughts. An aspiration of identity. A journey of escape from loneliness. An insatiable search for sensations. A restlessness looking for reasons. But do we realize it?
The following passage of Buddha, inspired these thoughts:
The thought manifests as the word;
The word manifests as the deed;
The deed develops into habit;
And habit hardens into character;
So watch the thought and its ways with care,
And let it spring from love
Born out of concern for all beings…
As the shadow follows the body,
As we think, so we become.