`A rabbi who had the Understanding lived in a tiny room with no stools to sit on and a desk which served as his bed at night. Anybody who came to see him had to sit on the ground or stand to talk. One of his visitors said, `Rabbi, where is your furniture?' The rabbi said, `Where is yours?' The visitor replied, `I am only passing through.' The rabbi replied, `So am I.'

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If I ask you what is the taste of your mouth, all you can do is to say: it is neither sweet nor bitter nor sour nor astringent; it is what remains when all these tastes are not. Similarly, when all distinctions and reactions are no more, what is remains is reality, simple and solid.

-- Nisargadatta Maharaj