LONG LONGING

We are dragged down by the deadweight of the world.  The whirlwind of people, places, events, objects, sounds, sights, tastes, smells, feels is overwhelming.  We long for the day when it is no more, when we can cast off the bondage of the world, like casting off the chains of a prisoner.

We are dragged down by the deadweight of self.  The empirical self is made of coverings, the body, the life force, the mind, the intellect, and the ego.  We long for the day when we can cast off the load of self, like casting off the tether holding a balloon to the ground.

We are dragged down by the deadweight of time.  The lively stride of youth slows to the somber gait of middle age, only to slow still further to the sad shuffle of old age.  We long for the day when at last we can cast off the load of time, like casting off the line holding a ship to the shore.

The long longing for liberation.