Haven't you ever asked yourself why it is that human beings lack this thing? They beget children, they have sex, tenderness, a quality of sharing something together in companionship, in friendship, in fellowship, but this thing - why haven't they got it? Haven't you ever wondered lazily on occasion when you are walking by yourself in a filthy street or sitting in a bus or on holiday by the seaside or walking in a wood with a lot of birds, trees, streams and wild animals- hasn't it ever come upon you to ask why is it that man, who has lived millions and millions years, has not got this thing, this extraordinary unfading flower?
J. Krishnamurti/Freedom from the Known, 123
This extraordinary unfading flower
