Flip past the creepy cover and READ this book. Batchelor delivers a somewhat unique point of view on Buddhism and life in general.
“Ironically, we may discover that death meditation is not a morbid exercise at all. Only when we lose the use of something taken for granted (whether the telephone or an eye) are we jolted into recognition of its value…by meditating on death, we paradoxically become conscious of life.”
“There is nothing thinglike about me at all. I am more like an unfolding narrative…Instead of clinging to habitual behavior and routines as a means to secure this sense of self, we realize the freedom to create who we are…Instead of taking ourselves so seriously, we discover the playful irony of a story that has never been told in quite this way before.”
