At the end of sorrow is passion

What is order and disorder, and what is their relationship to action? Can disorder end in our daily life?

Concerned as we are with our own suffering, how can there be love?

Is sorrow brought about by self-pity?

What happens after death? Does one carry the memories of one's own life?

If we don't cling to a thing, then what is death?

Not at the end of life but with all my energy, vitality, can I live with death all the time?

If there is real order in one's life, what then is meditation?

Following a system, practising day after day, what happens to the human brain?

Is there a meditation which is not determined?

Through one's own understanding of oneself, there is that which is eternal.