With a light that cannot be put out by anything, fear is gone. The avoidance and escape is no longer a psychological condition, and that light is the passion for all things.
To watch the leaves, one’s thoughts, the noise that seems unpleasant, or the distant humming of machines, there commonly arises resistance. Resistance to this is the desire for that. The desire for that gives birth to the resistance to this. That desire or resistance divides life, therefore delivering an energy not whole, but fighting among fragments of itself, entangled, dissipating life force, and all the conflicts and wars are the natural consequence.
No destination is final. Every arrival is departure. Every station is a point in the process. No point is more important, however. When there is seeming importance of certain destinations, thought and desire congeal to those points. Pressure and tension begin to accumulate, and structure, tradition, and conditioning begin to take form. All these are a play of energy. No matter how strong the desire to arrive or stay at certain destinations is, by the very nature of energy, the moment the pressure builds up it begins to dissipate also. In the birth of something death has already begun. In other words, the living is the dying.