A Quote by Frederick Lenz

Nirvana bears no resemblance to anything in your current perceptual field. — © Frederick Lenz
Nirvana bears no resemblance to anything in your current perceptual field.
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
Whenever you are in a perceptual field, it seems like it's ultimate. It's a self-wrapping consciousness. There doesn't seem or appear to be anything else other than the attention field that you're in.
The study of enlightenment is really a reorganization of our perceptual body or our perceptual field. We learn to see life more directly and more clearly.
The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.
I'm not making light of prayers here, but of so-called school prayer, which bears as much resemblance to real spiritual experienceas that freeze-dried astronaut food bears to a nice standing rib roast. From what I remember of praying in school, it was almost an insult to God, a rote exercise in moving your mouth while daydreaming or checking out the cutest boy in the seventh grade that was a far, far cry from soul-searching.
The future bears a resemblance to the past, only more so.
International relations bears more than a slight resemblance to the mafia.
When you die in this life, you might be experiencing pain, but the structure of your perceptual field will determine your next lifetime. That structure has been determined by the way you have led this life.
Molecules don't have patterns. You create a pattern by the perception of something. The continuity of awareness is your perceptual field. Existence only occurs through the act of perception.
It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.
Politics is supposed to be the second-oldest profession... and I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
My public persona is badly warped and bears little resemblance to the person those closest to me know.
Politics I supposed to be the second-oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
You can live in the world and have all the myriad experiences that life has to offer and yoke your awareness field to the planes of light, and eventually to nirvana itself.
For the sensory thinker, the world of the mind bears a direct physical resemblance to the world outside.
I'm always described as 'cocksure' or 'with a swagger,' and that bears no resemblance to who I feel like inside. I feel plagued by insecurity.
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