Sometimes life seems like a poorly designed cage within wich man has been sentenced to be free. Condemned to this freedom, it is difficult for a man to face the fact that he feels like a misfit in this life, difficult until he discovers the secret that all men, finally, are misfits. There seems to be no way out of it: Once in the Orient, I talked of suicide with a sage whose clear and gentle eyes seemed to be gazing at a never ending sunset. "Dying is no solution," he affirmed. "And living ?" I asked. "Nor living either," he conceded. "But, who tells you there is a solution?"
if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him !
Sheldon B Kopp
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