This is not my way though I may do things I have done before. It is not another's way, though at times I may use others' ways. It is not a way at all. It has no rule, no philosophy, no mechanism and no reason even though it may seem like that. Life is a mystery and there is just what happens. Nothing else and not even this. In separation rules appear to order the world and the correct religious idea, scientific theory or political philosophy is constantly sought. This is the wonderful play of existence. But the world does not need fixing or changing. It changes by itself and the way it is, however it is, is complete: a perfection which is simultaneously imperfect. It will never be any different. Philosophies, rules, theories and systems are all the product of separation and an undeniable part of life. But there can also be a type of indefinable existence where there is a total absence of any centre that might have any of these things and any centre that might be any of these things. Then there is still rule, method and system but they belong to no-one, saying everything yet nothing. This is because all things - even separation - arises, then disappears. In the end it is found that our ideas and our spiritual systems are unnecessary and no longer needed. But they remain amazing and magical, as they appear.
