Are our lives like car-worn ruts In the face of the ground Created through habitual use And so set in place that they dictate An unalterable course of drudgery, Complaints, and same 'ol same 'ol, Which if bucked threatens our security? That is one long sentence, isn't it? You can change it.
So, can my mind be free from the given culture in which I have been brought up? This is really quite an important question. Because if the mind is not free from the culture in which it has been reared, nurtured, surely the individual can never be at peace, can never have freedom. His gods and his myths, his symbols, and all his endeavors are limited, for they are still within the field of the conditioned mind. Whatever efforts he makes, or does not make, within that limited field, are really futile in the deepest sense of that word. There may be a better decoration of the prison—more light, more windows, better food—but it is still the prison of a particular culture.
In this dream I was a songwriter and an artist. I fell madly in love with you. Do you remember how hard it was? What we went through to find one another? I am always so reluctant to do this over and over again. There is always that fear that I won't find you. Though I always trust the process, still there are powerful illusions in this world. But none could keep me from you. At times I feel like I dug through stone with my bare hands to find you. Other times I laugh at how perfect it all is, and at the worry that I may never lay eyes on you again. How foolish. You can’t separate water from rain.
Someone whose heart is at peace is blessed. Peace of mind comes when we let go of our attachments. Attachments come from foolishness, and foolishness develops when we don't know the purpose of our lives. We become attached to money, prestige, and people When we doubt know why we live, why we've come to the Earth and what we should live for.