A title only a Buddhist could truly understand naturally intrigues me...this is on my list to read.
I love the way the title points up the concept that, in our finiteness, we can only really define things by defining what they are not.
That our minds lack the capacity to conceptualize what we truly are, (when we only think of ourselves as our solid and important selves), formless and void, nothing, merely a transitory and conditional movement of energy, that amounts to something as vague as information, something outside the space-time continuum of our experience.
A relative existence, as lingering and meaningful as an automatic e-mail floating through the universe.
"Angela is not in the office"
Ironically, what makes you not a Buddhist, is actually the only thing that can make you a Buddhist...that's so amusing.
The four seals (or "truths") of Buddhism in a nutshell:
1. All compounded things are impermanent.
2. All emotions are pain.
3. All things have no inherent existence.
4. Nirvana is beyond concepts.
Sounds like good time waiting to happen if you ask me...