Wherever we are, we carry this world with us. If we go out to a lecture, we see the stage, the backdrop, the podium, the speaker; we smell the musty air in the hall, and we hear the seat creaking under us. When we go home, we take this world with us. It may be a memory, but this memory is still of this world. We can’t get away from this world.
From Journey without Goal: The Tantric Wisdom of the Buddha by Chögyam Trungpa, page 103