"Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie." “Can it be that I have not lived as one… Continue reading “Time Waits for No One:” The importance of meditating on death and impermanence and the Buddhist practice of Maraṇasati (mindfulness of death)