You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.


The Collected Works of J. Krishnamurti (ed. 1991)


You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.