Since everything is but an apparition, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter.
LongchenpaRead
Since things neither exist nor do not exist, are neither real nor unreal, are utterly beyond adopting and rejecting - one might as well burst out laughing.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that reality is complex and cannot be easily categorized, leading to a sense of humor about lifeβs ambiguities.
Longchenpa's quote reflects a philosophical perspective on the nature of existence, emphasizing that things are not simply black or white, real or unreal. Instead, they exist in a nuanced state that defies conventional understanding, and this complexity can evoke laughter as a response to the absurdity of trying to impose binary judgments on reality.
In practice
In a discussion about the complexities of life at a philosophy club.
Since everything is but an apparition, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter.
In the experience of yogins who do not perceive things dualistically, the fact that things manifest without truly existing is so amazing they burst into laughter
We should cast aside all childish games that fetter and exhaust body, speech and mind._x000D_ _x000D_ Stretching out in inconceivable nonaction, in the unstructured matrix, the actuality of emptiness, _x000D_ _x000D_ where the natural perfection of reality lies, we should gaze at the uncontrived sameness of every experience, _x000D_ _x000D_ all conditioning and ambition resolved with finality.
Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.
Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.
Seek not abroad, for in the inner man dwells the truth.
For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.
And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something
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