…As in dreams
behind high doors there is nothing,
not even emptiness.
As in dreams,
behind the face that looks at us there is no one.
Obverse without a reverse,one-sided coin, the side of things.
That pittance is the boon
tossed to us by hastening time.
We are our memory,
we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,
that pile of broken mirrors.
(Jorge Luis Borges in Cambridge, found in the prefatory material to Robert Langan’s Minding What Matters: Psychotherapy and the Buddha Within)
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