We are always awakened, all the time. And even when a million teachers crop up and try to tell us otherwise, that we need to do something, follow this or that path, read their book, try to sell you something, even this is just the endless chatter and laughter of awakening.
Even death is awakening, but I suspect then it just becomes a beautiful whisper.
Even television and movies are awakening, when we are drawn into ever more complex and absorbing realities, forgetting our own, even that forgetting is the great awakening.
Perhaps that is the greatest honor: that you forget yourself, that you can travel somewhere else with your mind through somebody else's created images through their imagination. What mischief! What a Goddamn blessing:-).
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