“You know, actually we have no love – that is a terrible thing to realize. Actually we have no love; we have sentiment; we have emotionality, sensuality, sexuality; we have remembrances of something which we have thought as love. But actually, brutally, we have no love. Because to have love means no violence, no fear, no competition, no ambition…”
~ J Krishnamurti, The Collected Works, Vol. XV
The stories and episodes found within this book are a (somewhat) fictionalized remembrance of real events as lived and experienced by the author. Which means, ultimately, that this work can be thought of as a love letter (of sorts) to all those kind, sweet souls who have shared some part of their own life and story with him on his journey into wholeness.
If you find that you’ve been left out of these pages, please take no offense. And if anything here offends your delicate sensibilities, though this might make me happy (for these simple words hitting their mark) I do, however, sincerely apologize.