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“One who describes self as immaterial and infinite does not describe such a self (as existing only) in the present, nor does he describe such a self (as existing) there in the future, nor does he think: ‘That which is not thus, I will convert towards the state of being thus.’ This being so, it can aptly be said that a settled view (of self) as immaterial and infinite does not underlie this.
(3) Ánando, ten, kdo popisuje já jako nehmotné a ohraničené, ho tak popisuje buď pro tuto [přítomnou] existenci nebo pro budoucí existence nebo si myslí: ‚To, co není takové, přivedu do stavu takovosti.‘ Zde je třeba říci, Ánando, že tento názor: ‚já je nehmotné a ohraničené‘ setrvává v jeho mysli.
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All that’s needed is to rid oneself of all inhibitions and take a deep plunge into one’s inner self. As for myself, when I was five years old I took up playing the piano, an instrument to which I was brought by my mother’s firm hand. My dad would sit by my side for hours, listening to those early attempts. Later on, by the time I’d managed to play a little piece or two well enough it made him so happy he would burst into tears. There were times he would wake me up in the middle of the night asking me to play for some buddies of his that he had brought round.. But then as I grew up I rebelled, and eventually gave it all up. Instead opting for the stage. There was dad kneeling beside me, tears streaming down his face, beseeching me to go playing, saying that music was everything, that it was a language that everyone could understand, a universal means of communication, and that only if I was going to make his cherished dream come true he would be able to die in peace.
I keep saying that everyone can sing. All that’s needed is to rid oneself of all inhibitions and take a deep plunge into one’s inner self. As for myself, when I was five years old I took up playing the piano, an instrument to which I was brought by my mother’s firm hand. My dad would sit by my side for hours, listening to those early attempts. Later on, by the time I’d managed to play a little piece or two well enough it made him so happy he would burst into tears. There were times he would wake me up in the middle of the night asking me to play for some buddies of his that he had brought round.. But then as I grew up I rebelled, and eventually gave it all up. Instead opting for the stage. There was dad kneeling beside me, tears streaming down his face, beseeching me to go playing, saying that music was everything, that it was a language that everyone could understand, a universal means of communication, and that only if I was going to make his cherished dream come true he would be able to die in peace.