An Eternal Return to Endless Reverie the sun rises as the sky at a distance gradually darkens

by Corpus Cantopen

Some hours passed, my friend and I had a short chat about the sense of suffering as a term. We did have some perspective on this. Therefore, this is what interests me: how we sense the word based on our own experiences. This might be a good question as to the mind, memory, and present. How do we accept loss and anxiety as part of suffering?

We may have many theories about this, but what are the distinctions between “suffering,” “sorrow,” and “pain”? Are there any matters offered regarding the complexity between the body and the soul in terms of suffering as words and emotions in the living? I'm tempted by a variety of memories of suffering.

Let’s read some perspectives on this condition. I would jump to the very far past. The Dukkha, which was archived as Pali scripts as the condition of human life based on Buddhism as a way of enlightenment, just reminds me of the Inferno from The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri.

“The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.”

I sense an eternal return from this paragraph above. Meanwhile, the paradoxical condition of humanity is a poetic and philosophical space in which humans, as part of the complex and unpredictable nature of humanity, transcend not only becoming but also ambiguity.

In my opinion, both emotions and somatic events happen pertaining to the interrelations of mind and body; having bodily activities so-called mental. I think this situation is more related to hormone factors and how we maintain our diets and health awareness.

Moreover, when we are in the womb, we've been manifested by external causes in the form of traumatic events before we were born. A traumatic life can be defined as a mechanical emotional life, which is how we deal with being a part of social life in different cultures.

Suffering, to me, is a way of understanding the meaning of life itself. There is no new circulation in the living, no new events in specific traditions and beliefs, but we might teach ourselves freely to sense the feelings as an acceptance process by living the life. An evolution of personal processes periodically without running away or lowering the sense of emotions is a choice to walk the paths.

The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me. The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered. No spring breeze even at this late date, Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut. [My Hovel, by: Ikkyu, translated by John Stevens]

Through entering the dark realm, the labyrinth of life, it contains many things as our opportunity to consider the way and treat ourselves. It is important to portray the aspect of our nature that creates loss and anxiety at the same moment. In several different lives, we thematized the idea of transcending all emotions into moods.

A world sphere in values is a spiritual achievement, which I prefer to characterize as the energy of love. The uniqueness of a soul is alive while we tend to be aware of the present moment as our daily exercise consciously as a life beyond measure.