Sometimes it strikes me that it is impossible to die, as absurd as it is to say that one comes into being at birth. Life runs continuous, a subterranean stream of integrated consciousness that knows neither origin nor terminus in relative terms but shadow-like remains with the eternity of existence absolute. There is neither any beginning to it nor end. It is anendless flow, stretching both sides ad infinitum. And when realisation dawns, life coils up and contracts to its infinitesimal point form to dissolve eventually in its absolute essence. But still there is no death for life phenomenal then resolves to life eternal beyond the limiting bounds of space, time and causality.
Written by Sugata Bose
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