“Amo la verità. Credo che l'umanità ne abbia bisogno. Ma ha un bisogno ancora più grande della menzogna che la lusinga, la consola, le dà speranze senza limite. Senza la menzogna, morirebbe di disperazione e di noia.”

– Anatole France, La vita in fiore, 1922.

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A wave is ocean, and when it rises up, it is given the name “wave.” When it is given this name, it is like it has an independent existence. It seems to roll along the surface, which is all water—water flowing in water—and this we call a life. Then it subsides and this is called death. Nothing happened to the water. It is just a spontaneous movement, but because of the name and the form, it appears as a separate existence. All the while it is only the play of water rising, flowing, subsiding—no story. Mind makes the story by creating an illusory identity. In true understanding, it is all one. When the identity rises up, we call it life. When it subsides, we call it death. But really, if you look from the perspective of the pure Self, there is no such thing as an autonomous, independent existence. All actions are the actions of the ocean.
—  Mooji