But of limited form, like the train that travels by the route. It has a real progress, nobody it can deny that nonadvance, nevertheless always follows the same route, the same route. Any modification of the passage beyond the route makes derail. It is designed to advance previously following a line drawn up, without improvisation option some. In the meditation there is no noticeable passage. It is not a route, is not a theory. The meditation is the entrance towards the freedom.
And like so, it does not have maps, organization, structure Is pure infinitud of space and time. We cannot know the time, but the time knows us very well. The time knows where we are although we do not know where it is the time. You see if it already it has gone. If it give account you of which you see it that it is the unique conscious way to see already has escaped to us. For that reason we cannot stop the time, because the nature of the time is its continuous movement, its impermanencia. Flowing del that Heraclitus spoke to us.
And del that also Buddha spoke to us. Jose Angel Valente are verses of the Spanish poet who says to us much in this respect: " When no longer it is left us nothing,/the emptiness of not being/could be to the useless end and perfecto". To meditate is to undress of the ballast of I. To make us lighter, simpler, more fundamental. Of progressive form we are untied the knot that throughout our life has been acquiring an intrincate complexity. In verses of Valente we see that after nothing appears the emptiness . " When no longer we have left nothing, the emptiness of not being " Making an interpretation Buddhist we would say that I am to to which it does not have left nothing, I released of the ballast of the ego or identification with the form and image of himself-same.