Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often are a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
— Carl Jung
Tag: futility
Zen koans paradoxically use language to demonstrate the absurdity and futility of language in recognising the nature of mind.
But Life doesn’t conform to concepts. It doesn’t fit into neat categories or frameworks. Life is vast, fluid, and ungraspable, always moving beyond the limits of thought.
What’s here now? 