Book: The path of white clouds

The mind is the Treasury of the past. Everything you've experienced, learned, all that has survived, is going in your memory. This is accumulated past is your mind. So the mind is always dead, because he belongs to the past. Mind dead he was never alive. As soon as something dies, it becomes part of the mind. As the dust on the boots of the weary traveler. You're here and now, and your mind is always in the past. He's the shadow that constantly follows you.