This book serves no purpose; yet if it falls into your hands, you may find yourself passing it on to your friends,refreshed,relieved and gladly :-) ...The meaning of life? well..
"The author is Being what he points to"
Clearly there is no “author” of this beautiful prose-poem. There is just a naturally simple, elegantly elucidated expression of that which is timelessly aware of all that appears to be.
So: This little gem is NOT a theoretical, philosophical, religious, or spiritual, discussion. This expression is a direct non-conceptual heart-resonating POINTING - from Oneness to Oneness as Oneness. Read it and weep for joy, as the natural, eternal stateless state of empty being-awareness lights the infinite... and it is seen by no one that That, Thou Art. Full Stop. Empty with Wisdom. Full with Love.