Have you ever wondered how our life is like a fleeting journey of moving images?
I feel the same way about images when I sit by the airplane window and see the clouds go by and there is no feeling, no thoughts on my mind. I just sit and watch it from a distance as the images move past. I think it makes me feel like I am watching a different life, a different story from a distance with no attachment, no feeling of my own to it. I just watch them pass by and they fill me with so much peace and serenity.
Sometimes I imagine this is how the dead feel as their souls watch our lives from a distance- like fleeting images. With no attachment of their own to it – just spectators of something elaborate but irrelevant to them. Does it help them feel at peace?
