In all of my minimalist/essentialist teachings there is one thing I have a hard time with. I have a hard time letting go of a good book. Words cannot contain the truth, at best they can only point to it. Even after I have absorbed the teaching, I still have a tremendous amount of respect for the medium. Some things are worth keeping. Books bring me joy, but living the teaching brings me more.

I am well read in western philosophy regarding minimalist thought (Stoicism, Existentialism, Pragmatism, Epicureanism, etc). But I am knowingly ignorant of eastern works. Ive studied Buddhist philosophy superficially. Where are my blind spots?