Conflux No.10

	Gallery 1 Your Paradise Is So Close
	One-line abstracts / of science news reports / to flummox your mind / and generate a chaotic flux / of yearning / in your non-existent soul. / And from amidst that chaos / emerge a few beautiful sutras / elucidating the science of the soul. / Yes, the soul does exist, / and only it exists! / That is the whole point.
	Higgs Hiding in Plain Sight? One type of long-sought particle could have slipped past previous searches
	Porous Storage Gives Methane a Leg Up New material could increase the amount of the clean fuel cars could store
	Antiparasite Triple Play Safety study extends the reach of three worm-killing drugs
	1.   Enlightenment is not somewhere else. It is hiding behind your potentiality, inside you. You just have to trust.   2.   No hell there is other than being outside yourself, and no heaven there is other than being within yourself.   3.   You have declared yourself a seeker of truth, but still you are not going withinwards, found the way you have not yet.   4.   Your inner world is not very far away.  Just a turning in, and this turning in is called ‘the great matter’.   5.   This is the most painful thing: that your paradise is so close and yet you go on missing it.   6.   If you can become just a little more alert than you are, a little more conscious, you will enter into the timeless reality of existence. Its splendor is great —
	International Team to Sequence 1000 Genomes Data should provide clues to disease and human diversity
	Fire Below the Ice An active volcano could be warming the West Antarctic Ice Sheet
	Soccer: Not for the Faint of Heart World Cup games led to a spike in heart attacks
	A master has no judgment, he simply loves. And out of his love, he cuts all the barriers and leaves you alone like a flame. There is nothing that you have to do — just your dancing flame is enough gratitude.  In your enlightenment, the master has again become enlightened. As each disciple becomes enlightened, the master becomes again and again enlightened; and with the sheer joy of a gardener when each of his plants start blossoming. Just watch his eyes — all those colors, all those flowers dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun — and how long he has been waiting! You are my garden. I will wait until you gather courage, and this courage means disappearing into the soil, losing yourself in complete let-go.                                                                                                             - Osho