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“Nirvana isn’t merchandise for sale. Any religion can sell a paradise, a pure land, or nirvāṇa. But is nirvāṇa a product that the Buddha and ancestral teachers want to sell us? Is it a promised land or paradise up in the sky, which people try to sell us saying: “If you follow our religion, if you become a member of our congregation, then after you die you will have nirvāṇa or the Kingdom of Heaven”? We can see clearly that it is not.”

“Nirvana's success drew attention to a marketing demographic previously ignored by the mainstream, and inadvertently started a gold rush with advertising executives, product manufacturers, merchandise distributors, fashion coordinators, and rock imitators, the latter of whom have yet to equal the sincerity, power, and wit of Nirvana.”

“Nisa and Poe were curled up in her large dog bed together, napping peacefully. Poe's tongue was out in a permanent blep as he slept, and Nisa's head was tucked under Poe's chin, narrowly avoiding his tongue. "Oh. My. Gulay. This is the cutest thing ever!" I whipped out my phone and started snapping a million pictures. Elena nodded. "I know. I had no idea I needed small dogs spooning in my life, but this has made my entire week. They are so sweet together.”

“Nisam propustio, ipak, da zapazim šta je značila istinska vera, samim tim i snažna motivacija za fizički rad, kod onih medicinara sa kojima sam studirao, a koji su sa četrdesetak kilograma telesne težine postajali udarnici. Ništa im nije bilo teško da urade, nisu se razboleli od preteškog rada, a još su stizali da uče i da spremaju za večernje konferencije markstističke referate! To mi je bila prva vera i iskreno ubeđenje, kao što sam, još tada, naslutio na kojim temeljima počiva psihosomatska medicina, tj. kada se i zbog čega ljudi uopšte razboljevaju.”

“NISAN KEEMPAT tanah pesarean hening. angin wetan membawa bau akar basah dan jejak rotasi yang belum hilang. aku berdiri di samping istrimu— tubuhnya goyah seperti daun sawo yang dipagut gerimis. anak-anakmu diam, mata mereka retak seperti kendi tua yang pernah jatuh di pawon rumah. dari kejauhan puisi tercenung ia tak menunduk. tak ikut berduka. ia hanya mencatat luka yang merembes pelan ke tanah liat. kafan menutupi wajahmu. pundakmu dipeluk tanah. suara cangkul terdengar seperti ratap yang tak ingin pergi. seekor prenjak meloncat di ranting randu. sekali. dua kali. hening. lalu terbang ke arah barat— seakan memberi kabar kepada leluhur bahwa satu jiwa telah kembali. asap dupa naik pelan seperti nyala yang kehilangan tuhan. di ujungnya warna abu bergetar mencari arah pulang. “Ruh…” hanya itu yang sempat keluar. sisanya adalah gumam yang tak sempat menjadi doa. dulu aku kehilangan kangmas Danu tanpa tahu apa artinya mati. lalu aku terlambat kepulangan Bapak. terlambat kepergian Ibuk. kini ketelambatan itu kembali duduk di belakangku seperti bayang waktu yang enggan beranjak. nisanmu ditegakkan. dingin. sederhana. tanpa nama. sepotong batu yang menimbang keberadaan dengan cara yang terlalu sunyi. dari sela tanah angin kecil muncul— membawa bau jamur, rumput liar, dan sesuatu yang tak dapat kusebut. mungkin itu suwung, mungkin langgatan, mungkin waskita getar kecil yang tersisa dari tubuhmu. anakmu memanggil pelan. istrimu menggigit bibir. aku menahan napas sebab tak ada kata yang benar-benar bisa mengantar jiwa. geguritan di kejauhan hanya penanda mengambil satu langkah mundur melipat waktu yang berjalan lambat cahaya sore mengiris tubuhnya tipis seperti garis di punggung keris tua. di langit awan bergerak ke selatan. pelan. seperti tangan yang ditangkupkan atau melambai bahwa sesuatu sedang ditutup. dan aku tahu— di bawah nisanmu satu pintu telah terbuka di dalam Syamaloka: pintu gelap yang menghubungkan Danu, Bapak, Ibuk, kau, dan batu nisan berikutnya yang mungkin adalah nisan dari batin kami sendiri. Desember 2025”

“Nischay (the firm resolve to remain as the Self) is within One's [the Self] control (Swadhin), vyavahaar (the relative; worldly interactions) is out of One's control (paradhin; subject to scientific circumstantial evidences) whereas the resultant effect [of vyavahaar] is even further out of One's control. We [the Self] only have to make the firm resolve to remain as the Self and not worry about vyavahaar. Vyavahaar is subject to external factors such as scientific circumstantial evidences.”

“Nisi flashed his charismatic, mysterious smile. “Now, with this in mind, are you ready to take the next step?” Despite Caleb’s attempts at caution—at circumspection and even suspicion—the man’s words stirred his blood. They teased the possibilities of the power within his reach, real power extending far beyond parlor tricks and personal protection to a place where the course of life itself could be changed. “I am.”

“Nisipurile nu se odihnesc niciodată, încet dar sigur, ele invadează şi distrug suprafaţa pămîntului. Imaginea nisipului în veşnică curgere îl impresionase nespus de mult. Ariditatea nisipului, aşa cum este descrisă de obicei, nu se datorează numai uscăciunii lui, ci, pe cît se pare, şi mişcării neîncetate, care îl face neprimitor pentru orice vietate. Cîtă deosebire faţă de felul trist în care oamenii se ţin strîns legaţi unii de alţii ani de-a rîndul. Desigur că nisipul nu este un mediu prielnic vieţii. Dar poate fi oare considerată stabilitatea o condiţie absolut indispensabilă pentru existenţă ? Nu cumva odioasa luptă pentru întrecere apare tocmai pentru că încercăm să ne menţinem într-o poziţie imobilă? Dacă am renunţa la aceasiă poziţie şl ne-am lăsa duşi de mişcările nisipurilor, lupta ar înceta repede. De fapt, în deşerturi înfloresc flori şi îşi duc viaţa insecte şi alte animale. Ele reuşesc să scape de lupta întrecerii prin marea lor capacitate de adaptare -ca, de exemplu, familia coleopterelor vecine cu omul.”

“Nisisen tampoco había ganado un premio jamás, pero, al contrario que yo, acabaría por hacerlo, y ser publicado, y ganar otros premios, más dinero, más amigos, más contactos… y escribir peor, mucho peor, lo cual es tan previsible que roza ya el cliché del genial artista etéreo que se vuelve calculadora de carne y hueso en cuanto se reflejan los primeros números sobre sus ojos, sus bolsillos, su mente, su corazón, su alma...”