It's as if all your past is written on the blackboard, and if we could erase it, your past would no longer exist. The way you do that - the only way you do that - is in samadhi.
I said, I know why you’re afraid to fight with me. ” "And why is that?” If he flexed again, I’d have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes. "You want me. ” Oh boy. "You can’t resist my subtle charm, so you’re afraid you’re going to make a spectacle out of yourself. ” "You know what? Don’t talk to me.