| 270) |
Space, experienced in time, is an impenetrable dream. This is the rigidity of the sentient being. But the sentient being is also fluidity and more, up to He who, without words or categories, created it. |
| 271) |
While the mind thinks of relativity, the hand that gathers sand also gathers tears. |
| 272) |
Infinite stories tell themselves. What appears, disappears. What is transparent today will appear to you tomorrow. All this, the eternal cause of thoughts and words. How can one not look open-mouthed at the flights of birds? |
| 273) |
At last, you know that the illusion of duality is to believe that you can fly because you have wings, forgetting that it is the air that allows you to fly. The Law lies between the air and the wings. |
| 274) |
The journeys terminate in the Origin. The finishing lines are only the point of departure. |
| 275) |
Nothing is original… in those who live of themselves, for themselves… dead in themselves. |
| 276) |
The illusions of doing for oneself, of believing to comprehend, of nourishing selves which are like starving stomachs, of wandering among thoughts and chaos, of believing in rules and having no faith in the path. Forms in flight, to believe in a path which one can no longer abandon, though a cry calls out for love. |
| 277) |
Those who yearn to fly construct their own wings. One day they will fall, as they long for the earth. Every desire takes form and chooses its destiny. Those who seek greetings and smiles will receive insults and hate. Those who love do not fly, nor yearn, nor desire. Therefore, they do not destine themselves to anything of a decisive form. |
| 278) |
The sum of all form does not lead to realization. The sum of the forces renders one concrete, but limited. |
| 279) |
The more you observe the universe, the more the illusion that you are observing it will vanish. When you no longer see it, you will be a true observer. |