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But I couldn't really explain, satisfactorily, any of it.  Buddhism.  Nothing is really all that explainable.  Not the successful people, not the Princess... They were just a sort of symbol of a falseness I couldn't pinpoint.  She herself was wise enough to tell me that it was more that I was obsessed with her than anything else, and I suppose she was correct, that she had become a kind of symbol to me, to my way of thinking.

It's hard for us Westerners to think in Buddha's terms.  Kerouac had his struggle with it.  He advanced the thought, but to do so was not easy at the time, as we all get effected by our surroundings, the thoughts a society maintains to perform its colonizing.   The terms of conventional thought do not, it turns out, so easily apply to each and every circumstance.  Take your mom, your old departed dad, taking the aging, take yourself...  In particular, start with the mind of the aged.  You could call it dementia, or is it just rather the mind revealing itself?

Why are some of us born, fated, to think of deeper reality even as life goes on around us?

For some, the entire point is yoga, but yoga, to the Buddhist, is to help one attain moments of peace and calm, some enlightenment perhaps...

The main human emotion:  suffering, distraction, depression, dissatisfaction.   This is realistic to accept.  To attempt to hide from that strikes the adult as useless.