The title of this post is from Henry Miller’s Big Sur and The Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch. Miller goes on to say, “…it makes no difference whether we live a day or a thousand years.” He ends the section with a quote from Confucius. “If a man sees Truth in the morning, he may die in the evening without regret.”
I don’t bring attention to these pages because I resonate with them, but because I don’t. I would like to. I don’t think I don’t because I don’t get it. Intellectually I do.
If I saw Truth in the morning, why would I not want more of it? The answer must be that living and dying are one. I take this to mean the Truth is more life, although a different one. What say you?