I wonder if Siddhartha Gautama ever had a home. The spiritual revolutionary from India who left his materialistic prison palace to live a life committed to the unbounded spirit, more specifically, did he ever go back? But the very idea of back conveys a fundamental “home” and would he have left if this was a legitimate reservoir of refresh? A life defined by transcendence, for what use is going “back?” why recline? Why rest, why not climb? Are freedom and lightness codependent entities, or can we jump and fall back down? Is freedom the ability to soar and float among the clouds? Or is it a jetpack of sorts, with landing pads to return to following our flight?
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